Authors note: Hi all of my loving and adoring fans! ( you: yeah right ) anyway, I know most of you people wont read this but anyway. Please review! I get all exited when I get a review. Oh, and if you have any comments or suggestion please put them into the review, also, if thre's something you'd like to see happen in the plot, ex: the arbiter eats a cake. If you put it into the review I might put it in the story. Ok, bdbdbdbd! That's all folks! (porky pig refrence).
The Arbiter walked slowly into a dimly lit room, when all of a sudden the one remaining light went out. "AAAAAHHHHH" screamed the Arbiter, "I'm afraid of the dark". When out of the darkness he heard a low, growly chuckle, followed by another, and another, until the entire room was filled with low, growly chuckles. The Arbiter couldn't take it anymore, he hashed and slashed and mashed with his energy sword until the room was quiet. It was only when the dying light flickered on again when he realized that not only had he killed all of the Elites and Grunts in the entire building but he had also killed Curt Cobain ( I'm sorry, I wanted something really random ) and that is the real reason Curt Cobain died! ( Well, at least that was Courtney Love's excuse ). At this point he got freaked out and hoped onto his inflatable banshee and flew away.
2 days later, he arrived at the hall of the prophets out of breath. "The Flood….too strong…only one survived…is me." A few seconds later, he got up and said, "Sorry about that your phrophetness-es I was just doing the Cathy Smith maximum workout in Halo's workout center ". (There's gotta be some reason why all of the aliens are in such great shape ). "That is just fine Arbiter" said one of the prophets, "Hey Truth, where did I put my dentures?" Truth replied, "Find 'em yourself Mercy coughack coughackyou lazy old windbag!" Mercy obviously did not like this news because he attempted to loudly announce "CAT FIGHT". The Arbiter sighed and began to leave as the old prophets began to feebly slap each other. "Wait Arbiter!" rang out the voice of Regret, the third prophet. "These two old socks have forgotten that we have a new job for you. You must travel to Earth, try and find the one we call the Demon (Master Chief) and kill him. " I shall do so" said the Arbiter proudly. To be continued…..Probably tomorrow…..
