Twisted Machines

by Double Blades20

I've always wanted to write my own story, give me plenty of reviews to help out on this, I'm ok at this. The story is about a cyborg who knows nothing about himself except for what he is and his name, many will try to kill him and many will fail.

I've been getting extremely anxious to write a story of my own lately, the longer I go through my life, the more I wanted to write a book or a story, I have lots of great ideas

for a book. The only problem is that I need to practice my grammar some, please give me some reviews and second opinions on how i should update the story. This story

is rated M for scenes of graphic violence throughout, nudity, strong language, strong violence, blood and gore, some drug use, and crude humor.

Twisted Machines, Evereything or nothing

The year is 2793, all the SPARTANS II are dead, the war with the covenant is now another thing of the past, the two heroes that are remembered for their many

heroic deeds are Cortana and the Master Chief. The Covenant is no longer much of a threat thanks to the Arbiter, the elites, the hunters, and grunts since their rebellion

against the covenant and their so-called prophets. What used to be a major threat, is now a minor terrorist organzation, that claims that they will rise again and eradicate

mankind, just in case you're wondering how I know all this, heh heh heh, lets just say I did my fair share of research and have personally interviewed Cortana. Now where

do I begin my story, shall I begin from what I first remembered, or explain my first act, my first memory is not a pleasent one.

My name is Sam Von Hellstorm and this is my story, I woke up with a massive headache, wondering where I was, as my vision slowly came into the clearest of

focuses, I quickly take notice that I am on the sidewalk, then without warning numbers, signs, and symbols started flooding into my head. I wondered why was this

happening to me, so I tried to remember what had happened to me, but after countless tries all I get is nothing, there is only a slight reference only to somthing about

Project Black. I decided that maybe I was human or a machine, so I tested this by grabbing a broken shard of glass on the ground, and cutting my own skin open. The

fucking glass shatters as soon as I press it against my skin, I start to think of a knife my hand to use instead, but when I look at my hand I see that it has been transformed

into a giant 22 inch blade.