I slowly opened my eyes to what seemed to be...a void of some sorts. Wait for a void? Aw shit.

"We'll this shit hole can mean one of three things," I said as I slowly got to my feet, "Im in the exciting hell, the boring as all fuck's heaven, or my version of both of those places mushed together like a slut and douchebag on a couch." I stopped to think after saying that. "Now that just makes no damn sense. C'mon Micahel this is redi-"

Before I could finish my sentence something crashed in front of me. It was large, in an oval-like shape, and a little larger than me while almost reaching my height. There was a red light on topo blinking. I read smoke came off the top before four panels were revealed and popped up like a helicopter blade. It looked round on the exterior, but it's actually 4 flat blackboards of sorts with a round exterior. I read some purple text on the bottom.

"S.A.T.T.R.O.D…Spartan-Anit-Terrorist-Team Re-supply-Ordinance-Drop. This was the beta schematics I had Alex make…" I said. I quickly turned my head. "In my god damn mother fucking dreams! Nothing else! Hear that god? You can't-fool me ass-hat!"

As I said that a lightning strike landed next to me as I jumped in surprise. I also screeched a little.

"Fine asshole! What's in here?" I asked. I looked inside to see a rifle of some sorts, a belt with some kind of pistol and two grenades, new clothes, and weird looking sword. "Aw shit...I recognize most of this gear. Mother fucker! No! This is another dream!"

I grabbed the pistol and shot myself in the foot. The good news was that I didn't get a hole through my foot, the bad news was that it still hurt.

"Ow! Why did I do that!? I am a dumbass!"

"You know you have quite the mouth." Someone said. I quickly turned around and pointed my pistol at a lady behind me. She had blue hair down to her thigh, as well as an aqua-marine shirt that went just past her ribs and a short skirt of the same color as her shirt.

"And you have quite the slutty outfit. I suppose we're even. Im actually surprised I have a foot still, however from the way my body feels it would seem like I've gone through some type of adaptation. The fuck did you do to me whore?" I asked. She slapped me in the face. "Son of a bitch, that hurt almost as much as the gun!"

"That was for calling me a whore!" She yelled, puffing her cheeks looking kinda cute. She then smiled and kissed me on the cheek she slapped, causing me to fall over yelling 'the fuck!?'. "And that is to show my love!"

"Blah! The frizzle is wrong with you bitch-zizzle!? Im single!" I yelled at her. A tick mark appeared on her head as she kicked me really hard in the nuts and I fell to teh ground.

"Huh? Sorry hubby my leg slipped. Anyway, love, your dead anyway. Not for too much longer, but more on that later. My name is L.D, short for Love and Death, but you can call me Daisy! I had my assassin kill you so you could work for me!" She told me. When she said that last part, I flipped her off. "I'll give you that one. I picked you to work for me for four reasons. The first being your skills as a normal human and other dimensional travel's you've been in. The second going with the first is your experience dimension jumping, as I need someone who isn't a complete dumbass. The third being-"

"Fuck...you….bitch…!" I said angrily as I slowly got up with difficulty, "I work for no-one unless I get paid or am rewarded equally. And that dimensional shit never happened dip-shit. I am a normal, every day, human!"

"Oh really?" She asked me. "Because that pod there has your initial's on them. And these videos on GodTube show's otherwise as I see your battles. Like when you fought the alien tyrant Frieza, went up against Spartan 007 during the failure of Project S.S+ done in a universe separate from the main timeline of the "Halo" games you call it, served in world war 3 before time fixed itself and you were reverted back to your current state, or your most recent trip were...you slaughtered a bunch of ponies and hung them in trees."

I pointed my Pistol up to her head, putting on my gear and changing clothes as she was talking.

I was wearing the same clothes, with teh exception of the belt, which was and was holding multiple clips and the grenades. Upon further examination she was right, this was my gear...unfortuantly. My preferred gear at least. For the basics I had two M9 Fragmented grenades, 2546 Magnum, and of course my modified BR55 Battle Rifle; having a strap and red dot sight to go along with the ability to double the zoom on top of the zoom. This provided a 4x scope.

"Why the hell are you giving me this shit. Answer me now, because if that less than 1% chance that my dreams are true," I said, making the gun click, "I will have no god damn problem blowing your fucking brains out."

She smirked.

"So you want me to get cat ears? You dirty boy...that's disgusting, but whatever turns you on hubby!" She replied. I put teh gun in teh holster on my belt and turned her around.

"Ok seriously, why the hell do you keep calling me that?" I asked.

"That goes with point three!" She said, kissing me again, in which I just shoved her off. "Ooh, you play rough? I like that~!" She said with a purr. I put my rifle up to her head this time. "Fine hubby...teh third reason is that I love you! And the fourth is because it's either that or immediate death. Technically dimension jumping is illegal unless given proper permission, which you don't have."

"Well...what about my friend then?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, that was why I was thinking five...I had located where your buddies are. What happened to you happened to them, except I have no idea who did it to them. Heh...did it. Anyway, my assassin should be killing your cousins and then your best friends...in which they will come here to help you!" She told me. I sighed, shaking my head with a face-palm.

"Do I at least get my armor?" I asked. She shrugged. "The fucking hell does that mean?"

"First of all, you need to work on your language, you are only 16 in your dimension. Second of all, I forgot to mention the first thing, your 21 in this new body. And finally, maybe later." She said, before snapping her fingers. A portal appeared behind me, which from the look's of it was 20 feet above the treeline. I took a few step's backs to jump in, as from what it looked like I didn't have a choice but to jump in. "oh wait! Don't forget these!"

I turned around to catch that weird sword and some dog tags. The sword was black, with a silver hilt, and had a red line going down the center. Or as center, as you could get as the thing took a 90-degree turn at teh last half-of-foot, weird since it looks 3 feet long with the hilt and edge. I looked at the dog tags, Michael .J. "C.B". I sighed.

"I alway's did hate that program. Oh well, might as well take them," I said putting them around my neck and under my shirt. "Anything else?"

She ran up and kissed me on the lips this thing, but before I could punch her out of pure rage, she pushed me through the portal, with me yelling 'you bitch!' as I fell.

...LOG # 97…

40TH Redo of the second log

"Mecha I swear to god, I will skewer you! Oh, crap was rolling…*clear through* right. So as you can see, my journey start's off...piculiar. As I didn't know I was a criminal, and still am a slave playing in someone's hand. Good thing I….wait no, save that for another time. With new gear, and my body pushed to superhuman I was cocky. Very cocky."

"Would you like to re-phrase that cocky?"

"Fuck you David...aww crap I swore...don't tell my wife, she got mad at me during the first log...we had to reset 30 times cuz of that. Anyway, my word before I end this log. It doesn't matter if you have the latest equipment, all the intel, or know your the best. Don't get over-confident. A lesson I should have learnt...but didn't know until after I met them...by then it was too late."

End Log.