In this history of bad days, this was the worst day in the my life. First an uncharted alien race called the Glipi invaded and destroyed the entirety of the covenant home planet. These snake looking beasts stole my chance at the covenant throne right from beneath his nose. How could he have known that deep underneath the surface of his home planet, lived these slippery bastards and how could i have predicted that on one random ass tuesday they would show their ugly faces and throw our highly diverse covenant race into near extinction.
Second, the oracle is on his way to activate Halo. In an attempt to stop the flood. The flood, if you are wondering are essentially little kidney-spider looking suckers that turn dead people into zombies. Their hunger for life never ends, the only way to stop them (according to the oracle) is to starve them. Which is what the halo will do by releasing a charge that will travel to the other 7 halo rings and effectively vaporize all sentient life in the galaxy. Let's just say, I prefer plan B.
Third, I will be fighting the flood alongside the demon who calls himself either The Master Chief or John. This John is the reason that I was punished, branded and left for dead by my people. He revealed the truth of the halo to me which roused me to act. He is also responsible for the death of many of my fellow covenant soldiers. But the biggest stress out of this whole thing is that I must return to earth with the demon and live there. Because of the damn Glipi tribe I must live on a giant demon infested rock! They will ridicule me, put me in a zoo, experiment on me! No, nobody disrespects the arbiter. Not if I have anything to say about it!