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*Mastur Chaif*
*Starring: Urist McAuthor*
Mastur Chaif took of f his helmet too look Cool while he rided his motercicle down the street. It was a black stree t , and Mastur Chaif was hott on it, because black absoorbs the sunlite.
Urist reclined back in the chair, looking fondly over his new creation. After spell checking (Which he didn't know why he did, it was wrong on every account anyways,) he locked his hands behind his head and leaned even farther back.
Right into the visor of Master Chief. Oh god.
Urist froze. Chief kept staring, probably blinking, but as his eyes were hidden, no one could tell. This, combined with the fact that Chief had a battle rifle pointed directly at his head probably prompted what happened next.
Urist leapt at least 5 feet in the air while attempting to turn several directions at once. This ended up dumping him right on top of his cat. The feline yowled, prompting another olympic leap that placed him right back where he started, although slightly more scratched.
"That yours?" Growled Master Chief.
"Y-Y-" Stammered Urist.
Master Chief looked at the next paragraph.
Mastur Chaif wigled a funger at Coortana, who wa s beeing hott and sexxy by the motercicle. she similed and loered her hed...
Master Chief looked quickly away. Urist was still stammering an explaination in the chair. With a sigh the Spartan made a little mark on a clip board hung on his belt.
"Expect someone to pick you up. Possibly. Maybe they'll just shoot you instead." He took a quick glance at the badly written... thing on the screen. "I don't give a damn either way, frankly." With that, a massive hole was torn in the roof quite suddenly and without warning. Master Chief waved a merry goodbye at the trrified little man in the chair as he was raised up into the Covenant ship waiting above.
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"So, how'd it go?" asked the Arbiter curiously.
"Pr0nz." Replied the Chief.
"Did it have potential?" Arbiter prodded.
"yeah, I guess. If you like that kind of stuff."
"Will anyone review?"
"These are the halo boards. Everything not Red vs Blue gets read."
"Point, but still..."
"If Urist writes something good, I will personally stalk and kill anyone who doesn't review."
And then they both looked directly at the reader.
