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Saturday, August 22, 2009

i screamed as the red elite popped out from behind. My left finger immediately spammed the left trigger, releasing a barrage of ammo onto the poor elite. I turned around, filled with pride, as the elite slumped to the ground. I turned around, only to face a swarm of grunts and jackals. I threw 3 grenades into the swarm, blasting a few, but there were too many. I switched to my needler and released my whole ammo clip, yet there were still a few survivors. I killed them easily. I reloaded my assault rifle and turned the corner. Two hunters greeted me. I swore.

The hunters fell as I emptied my last ammo clip on their armour. I entered the chamber cautiously. It was eeringly silent. I had a little of claustrophobia (not alot) and was freaked out a little. Experience had told me that there would be invisble elites here. I held my assault rifle at my chest, my finger trigger happy. Then, a dark red spot appeared on the motion sensor behind me. Shit. I turned around, only to see the elite with his invisibility suit on. The next thing, the camera zoomed away from me as I slumped to the ground. I swore loudly, at least for my brother to notice what I was doing. Fruastration overcame me and I pressed the "QUIT" button, to return to the "HALO" mainscreen. I then entered Multiplayer and PWNED a few noobs at rockets. The noobs all swore at me. Life certainly is fun. My finger wavered over the button "The Silent Cartographer" Should I risk getting backstabbed by the elites again? I pressed the button.

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