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[Cole Protocol]

Hello! this thread aims to document the life a species of halo on a normal day in a somewhat comical fashion. Feel free to write and contribute your own works and story's in the life of the species of your choosing, and feel free to use 1st, 2nd, or 3rd, person view.

Today we will be doing the Unggoy (grunt) as are species but beforehand, i need to state some ground rules.

• The stories or accounts can be as long as you wish, but please consider spoilers if you are writing one that is incredibly long
• Keep commenting to a minimum, and only comment on the most recent story.
• Please avoid excessive profanity.

If you follow these rules we should be fine, but I need to note that admin are exempt from these rules, being that they own are souls and everything.

 

Ok so here we go story one

 

 

A day in the life of a Unggoy

 

You are a grunt, a slave in the mighty empire of the covenant. You go on everyday being yelled at by sanghelli (elites) or Jiralhanae (brutes) depending on what half of the covenant your on. Your day starts waking up in a methane room after a short sleep. The room is filled with others just like you, sitting on your butt for a few hours before waking up from the pain of sitting on the metal floor of the ship for hours strait. You hear a boom over the ships hollo communications grid, your room now has a holographic elite in it, saying report to the hangar for the invasion ceremony. Every single grunt in the room jumps at the large voice of the elite, and after the commotion in the room has died down. You strap on your harness and hope for the best, and go to the hangar with the others.

 

In the hanger, the minor prophet does a ceremony, and following you immediately go back to your daily duties to prep for the invasion of some world of demons and monkeys. Your first duty of the day, transporting fuel rods. A tedious job, but very dangerous, for dropping the rods could instantly cause there destruction. You Carry them from the hanger to the armory for restock, but on the way something catches your eye, a grunt running from a very enrage elite. you drop the fuel rod on accident following this. And after a small fuel rod explosion, almost getting stabbed with a energy sword, and nearly being crushed by a flying crate. you are thrown in the brig, and to make matter worse, a jackal comes and laughs at you, all while you are dying of lack of methane.

 

The end.

Edited by sloosecannon, 19 November 2013 - 06:57 AM.
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[Aunt Gruntie]

Poor bastard.

[Cole Protocol]

Were you that grunt?

[SPECTRE]

Day of a spartan will be wake up already in the standing position, kill kill kill for without a secnd thought, then go meditate.

Day of an ODST, wake wake up upside down in your pod, eat nails, get into a glorified coffin, cream yehaw all the way down to earth, kill some covvies.

[Cole Protocol]

Not bad, but why are the Spartans standing up?

[Cole Protocol]

I present to you:

A day in the life of a Jackal

 

You are a jackal, filthy pirates hired by the covenant to be infantry. You start your day on board the ships barracks where you are forced to sleep with the ships drones, a painful place, filled with gunk and strange constructions of unknown material. Upon your waking, you prep to raid whatever planet you sit above, ready to inflict death from afar as a very large annoyance to the humans. But first you must take part in the opening ceremony. The ceremony was tedious, a prophet preaching about some journey and how you will eradicate filth. All of witch is fine and dandy but you honestly just want to start shooting at stuff. So following the ceremony, you load aboard a Phantom bound for some city where you will be deployed to the roof to cover some grunts you could care less about. Upon landing and having the phantom kill the two Demon snipers on the roof, you continue to begin sniping to your hearts content. After about an hour, you are picked up by the phantom and brought back to the ship. You hear of accident with a fuel rod gun, and proceed to hear that the victim is still alive so you decide to laugh at the poor creature in the brig while he dies of lack of methane.

 

The end

[KhevaKins]

Not bad, but why are the Spartans standing up?

Something to do with them only standing in the game and because they sleep with their armor on.

[MrChipps]

*correction* It's called 'Unggoy'

[KillaBC]

A day in the life of the Human PVT 1st class T.James

 

Yet again James was awoken by the sudden burning sensation under his shorts, even scratching didn't help this one and after living with it for a few days he thought after duties were finished he'd go to the med' station and get himself checked. T.James did his standard three S's and got dressed ready for the day, it was the standard UNSC shipboard breakfast, one piece of Bacon, one sausage, beans and hashbrowns. It was a shame it tasted like newspaper. Much banter was exchanged with his squad, a jibe and a poke as well as someone's mother been targeted. Once breakfast was completed combat drills were commenced in the Hanger section, James did well until he was killed by a grenade. Obviously he was a bit pissed, it was the first time he was hit by one since he was assigned. The last time he was killed was because of a bulkhead de-pressurising. After debrief was lunch and a quick R&R in the rec room, unfortunately this was to be PVT 1st class T.James's last game of kerplunk as the ship was torn apart in two by a massive plasma blast by a covenant cap ship.       

[HolyMith]

A Day in the Life of an Honour Guard Elite

 

 

Stood around in front of the Prophets' Chamber. Got my shit taken by a Brute that smelled like a wet Unggoy's ass.

 

 

A Day in the Life of a Drone

 

The Hive was impure today. We think the Hive will never be the same again. It was said by the Old Mother that the Hive would be strong if we merged with the Flesh-Things. We do not think this was a bountiful idea. We thought the Flesh-Things were all at peace. We thought they had harmony, like us. The Old Mother was wrong; we were wrong. Some of the Flesh-Things were not in harmony, and they were destroying each other. We fought for the ones we had merged with, like the Time Before Unity, when all was chaos. We thought we were on the stronger side, but one of the Flesh-Things' Mothers was killed by the Small ones. Then everything changed. Our Flesh-Things began destroying each other, and the harmony was lost.

 We were in a battle, in the Void. The Smelly-Things were fighting the Tall-Things, and our Void-Carapace was destroyed. We then felt the coldness that we have never felt. The Old Mother has been destroyed. We are now only one in number. Now we, that is, I, must fing my way to survive without the others or the Old Mother. I do not think I will last long.

[D4RKST0RM99]

UNIKRAKEN
A day in the life of a pan-dimensional space squid
(Please imagine the voice of Sir David Attenborough when reading)

Here we have the Unikraken in it's natural habitat, since it’s the mating season our tentacled friend here has seized a mate, sadly his advances are not returned and he will have to find another, don’t worry Uni, plenty more fish in the U.N.S.Sea.


The adult Unikraken has a voracious appetite and feasts on live Graveminds in the thousands, coincidentally the recent flood epidemic was not caused by a containment breach, surprisingly Unikraken decided to go on a diet with dire consequences as the flood was allowed to swarm to inordinate quantities and resulted in the galactic infestation, he has since came to his senses and the flood has been brought down to more manageable numbers. The great Unikraken has also sworn to destroy every last Halo ring in the galaxy as they are a threat to his only food supply.


The Unikraken has many natural predators- Space whales, glass jars and the greatest of all…………………. the CanadaMan, this Man of Canada once hunted the Unikraken to near extinction for their well sot after magnificent horn, these two have battled for many years until the Man of Canada finally tamed the beast and they have now joined forces to create the finest Mod team the internet has ever seen.


Here in the Unikraken’s secret lair he works tirelessly to complete his greatest work- Sins of the Prophets with the help of his fellow Modders.


It has been a long day and the great Unikraken gets some much needed rest, he only requires one hour of sleep sadly he never gets it since he has an oversized night light for a nose.

What do pan-dimensional space squids dream of anyway?

Also if repling with quotes please don't include the images as this will lag the forum.

Seemed fitting to ressurect the article for this thread, for all those that missed it back in April. enjoy

[HolyMith]

Well that's pretty impressive.

[D4RKST0RM99]

Well that's pretty impressive.

thanks

[Moustachio86]

Also the most liked post on SotP EVER. Well deserved, I'd say.