Masterchief Get's a Myspace!
Note: I do not have a Myspace, and I'm just using the info I got from Wikipedia to help me write this fic.
Chapter 1. Account Registration
"Masterchief! You're invited to get a Myspace!" yelled Cortana.
"A what?"
"A Myspace chief!
John (masterchief) went over to his computer and stared at the screen. There was an email message that told him to get a Myspace.
"Uhh, sure, whatever. Well who invited me in the first place?" asked John.
"Sgt.Johnson sir, and he said that you can meet chicks on the web there."
"Ohhh! Chicks! I need to get a Myspace! Cortana, make me an account!" ordered John.
"Hacking the covenant's internet network...Got it!" said Cortana.
"Sir, I need you to put a picture of you on your account."
"Uhh, sure, use the picture of me and my rubber ducky. It's in My Pictures."
"Ok, now I made your account, but now you have to make your blurb."
"Uhh, ok, uhh, write what I say down. Hi, i'm a sexy dude who likes uhh, sex, and candy. Ohh, I love candy."
"Ok, now write down who you'd like to meet."
"I'd like to meet my dick, the grim reaper, megaman, Gary Brolsma, Osama Bin Laden, and Santa Claus."
"I wrote it down, answer these questions."
"What's your status?"
"Uhh, I'm inside a covenant installatio-"
"Not that status! Your relationship status!"
"Ohh, uhh, I'm single."
"Ok, what's your orientation?"
"I'm not asian!"
"I'm talking about your gayness, or straightness."
"Ohh, umm, I'm Bi."
"Ok, where is your hometown?"
"I was born in Elysium City."
"Good, now what's your religion?"
"I don't have no fking religion."
"You don't have to be harsh, uhh what's your zodiac sign?"
"A penis!"
"Sure, do you smoke or drink?"
"Both."
"Ok, uhh do you want kids?"
"Hell no!"
"Oookkkk, what's your education?"
"SPARTAN training program, and hooked on phonics."
"Last but not least, but what is your income?"
"I get 1,000,000,000 galaxy dollars each day."
"Well now your in..."