Disclaimer: I don't own Halo!

A/N: Okay, so my brother inspired another piece of insanity (the previous one being a stupid Stargate-SG1 fic that went nowhere.) He is Uber obsessed with Halo 2 and so I watch him play all the time and one day he made a few comments about what he was playing, he wasn't playing with anyone on his friends list, so he was all by himself at the time…and well, he said something (the idea is all in the story, so don't worry…)!

Anyways, just enjoy the insanity as I bring you something senseless. If you know my brother….well… on Halo 2 his alias is AceSphinx and he's actually a decent player.

Anyways, on with the senseless story!

Two Rockets, Two Warthogs

Some random player…possibly a higher level player with too much time on their hands was out one day in one of the fields in Halo 2. Being particularly bored, he shot off various weapons and killed himself in the many ways available to commit suicide. He didn't feel much like getting involved in a team game, matchmaking or anything else, he just wanted to play around with the weapons and maybe find some new strategies to use against newbies. He loved newbies, lived to kill them. His experience took him to top levels and he had many who were in his clan and many more who wanted to join. He kept the party to 'invite only' because if he felt like it, he could invite some friends if he wanted to kick someone.

"Newbs…maybe later I'll kill some newbs," he said, his voice sounding static like through the mike. He smiled to himself, knowing all too well no one would see him. He walked around, picking up various weapons, the shotgun, both snipers…he fired them all off, tried to write names and draw pictures on the wall, stupid little things. Of course he liked them, he could really only do them alone.

A small sound went off and a name appeared in the bottom of his screen. 'Message from Mylife101' He considered whether to respond to it or not, and then decided to take a look.

"Hey, come on and send me an invite! Let's do some team slayer! Maybe some Two v. Two, send me an invite!" He paused in his thought and then decided to respond. He pressed the buttons he needed to and began to record his message.

"Not just yet," he said into the mike and sent his message. He continued about the level and picked up more weapons, wasting ammo and killing himself in various fun suicidal ways. Then he decided to have some more fun. He picked up the rocket launcher and wasted two of the rockets. He blew up the banshee and ghosts and then went to the warthogs on the other side of the map.

"There are two rockets, and two warthogs," he said, "I think it'll take both rockets to get rid of them. This should be fun." He took aim and locked onto the warthogs.

"Let's see what happens…" he trailed and fired the first rocket. It soared through the air, fast and quick towards the warthog on the right.

KABOOM! Rocket exploded right in the first warthog and seemed to ricochet into the second, causing it to explode as well. He looked ahead, his eyes wide as he watched the screen. That just…it just…both just exploded! He backed away and ran.

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"That was just too scary," he said, "I still have one rocket left! What am I going to do?" Why should he be scared? He should have known it would happen! He looked around…maybe he should kill himself again. How creative could he be? He went to the highest point he could by himself and switched from his frag grenades to his plasma grenades. He went up to the wall by the edge and tossed a plasma grenade, sticking himself. He then shot off his last rocket. The rocket killed him, and then the plasma grenade exploded and he was falling down, the endless abyss of the ground catching up to him.

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The man watching his character die smiled. He was good. He quit out of his open map and responded to a party invite. He felt like killing some newbs, team training here he comes!