A/N: I read a review from a one, "bookworm9515", and I agree with him. It's decided than. The next Story will be about Grifball, with a twist

Roosterteeth and Bungie own this crap I'm writing so don't take it.

Poor Grif, he has no idea what's going to happen. Well, at least it will be fun for me and Sarge, as he wired "DEAD" up to some controllers so we can control Grif. Sarge is getting Grif Strapped into "DEAD" right now. He should be done, oh, he is done.

"What the fuck is going on here?"

"Simmons, please tell Grif here the rules of the game."

"Basically, we control you while trying to get you past the deadly obstacles to the placement point over there."

"Then, after Simmons gets a point, I get to control you and do the same thing. The game doesn't end, so we play for as long as we want."

"Oh, Fuck no, I'm not doing this Shit!!"

"Oh, but you have to or that thing I strapped you up to will kill you."

"But the rest of this stuff here will kill me anyway. Why even put up with this Bullshit?"

"Simmons, mute the player."

"Already on it."

I have to say, I am excited about this. I've never done this multiple times. Now I can beat Sarge finally.

"Starting in 3...2...1...Go Simmons!"

"Yes, Sir."

"Oww. Son of a Bitch. Fuck. Bullshit, I didn't even touch the saw. Owwww. What the Fuck."

7 ½ hours later.

"Ah, good game Simmons."

"Thanks Sir. But uh, Shouldn't we help Grif, Sir?"
"Oh, he's not going anywhere."

Well, Grif is lying in a pool of synthetic blood and limbs so I guess he isn't going anywhere. Also, he lost the will to live so why help him any way.

30 Minutes later.

"What the Fuck?"

"What are you babbling about, dirtbag."

"Why the hell did you leave me for dead you assholes?"

"Sarge said you lost the will to live so why help you."

"What are you going to do about it, dirtbag?"

"Stop calling me that you asshole."

Uh-oh

"Grif, drop and give me twenty."

"No."

Oh no

"What?"
"I said no. You disrespect me, call me dirtbag, treat me like shit, and generally dislike me. So no, I won't do the pushups."

"…"

"…"

Blam

"Huh"

"You forgot to unstrap me you idiot. It doesn't even bother any more. Though, I think I will need a new liver."

"Grif I am going to do something I've never done before, ever."

"What?"

A/N: Cliffhanger?

Yep. In case you're wondering why these chapters are so small, It's because when I write, I write what's on my head. I only have a general basis of what this story is about so I just sit down, think of something Grif or Simmons would say, and type it up. So I only have a small amount of things to work with. A flaw that I am working on. But I promise, the last Chapter will be at least 3 pages long. (MS Word pages)

Review anyway.