So we all know how Frankie likes to drop hints hidden in his tweets etc. Today is an example Halo 6’s name has been shown… Kinda, I can’t read it properly but it’s there.
Whoa there. I just read some of the script beneath it and it said that Sergeant Johnson might still be alive and that chief was going off to find him. It’s most definitely fake, but kinda interesting
What does it say?
Huh, what a weird post.
You can’t exactly make out the name at the top of the page but next to it is: (top secret)
…Lol. Mr. O’Connor is clearly trolling again. Nothing to worry about folks. XD
Master Chiefs a pretty cool guy
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> You can’t exactly make out the name at the top of the page but next to it is: (top secret)
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> …Lol. Mr. O’Connor is clearly trolling again. Nothing to worry about folks. XD
The script sounded really silly as well. Someone called master chief “cool” and chief was like “I guess I am pretty cool”. And the whole thing about sergeant johnson
Yeah… Can’t read anything on there, and obvious troll is obvious. BUT, the screen on the bottom left might hold some merit.
Oh my god this just made my day it also made me sad… R.I.P Sergeant Johnson!
Can anyone with a 1080p monitor get anything from the halo wiki page on the bottom left?
“You’re a pretty cool guy. You shot aliens and didn’t afraid of anything!” Hahaha nice reference
> Master chief stared into the water. It glittered and shimmered in the soft morning sun of zeta Halo’s artificial fusion star. His reflection seemed to stare back at him, mockingly.
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> “You’re a pretty cool guy. You shot aleins(?) and doesn’t afraid of anything.”
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> Chief nodded sagely(?) at his own reflected internal wisdom. He had always known he was a pretty cool guy. Sure he’d shotted numerous aleins,and he didn’t afraid of anything, but he also knew there had to be more to this existance than the endless being cool, shotting aleins and doesn’t afraiding of anything.
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> At that moment he knew. Sgt. Johnson might have survived. He could be stuck in space, on some radioactive bubble, clinging to the last vestiges of life, several years after being blown to smithereens. Chief resolved “I need a ship.”
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> He thought of an old limerick that perfectly captured the mood of (?).
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> There once was a sarge from Chicago.
> (?) his hands on triangles (?)
> But nothing had rhymed.
That was obviously real.
WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THE STATUE OF THE UNSC INFINITY IN THE BACKGROUND??? I need one, NOW!!
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> Can anyone with a 1080p monitor get anything from the halo wiki page on the bottom left?
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> WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THE STATUE OF THE UNSC INFINITY IN THE BACKGROUND??? I need one, NOW!!
Too busy lauging at this 
> There once was a sarge from Chicago.
> (?) his hands on triangles
> But nothing had rhymed.
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> WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THE STATUE OF THE UNSC INFINITY IN THE BACKGROUND??? I need one, NOW!!
GameStop in the US sells them.
> There once was a Sarge from Chicago.
> Who searched for hotels on Trivago
> (?) nothing who(?) rhymed.
I managed to get the second line… even better!
Its a troll, the script is a reference to Arby n’ The Chief, the best Halo machinima of all time. “Master Chief is a pretty cool guy who shots aliens and doesnt afraid of anything”
So Mr. O’Connor just posted the whole thing on NeoGaf…and it’s pretty fricking hilarious:
> HALO 6: THE ENGARDENATING SCRIPT (top secret)
> Master Chief stared into the water. It glittered and shimmered in the soft morning sun of Zeta Halo’s artificial fusion star. His reflection seemed to stare back at him, mockingly.
> “You’re a pretty cool guy. You shot aleins and doesn’t afraid of anything.”
> Chief nodded sagely at his own reflected internal wisdom. He had always known he was a pretty cool guy. Sure he’d shot numerous aleins,and he didn’t afraid of anything, but he also knew there had to be more to this existence than the endless being cool, shotting aleins and doesn’t afraiding of anything.
> At that moment he knew. Sgt. Johnson might have survived. He could be stuck in space, on some radioactive rubble, clinging to the last vestiges of life, several years after being blown to smithereens. Chief resolved: “I need a ship.”
> He thought of an old limerick that perfectly captured this mood of ennui and zeitgesityness:
> There once was a Sarge from Chicago
> Who searched for hotels on Trivago
> Because nothing else rhymed
> And the cadence was timed
> We were forced to go twice with Chicago
> Just then, news came in over the space radio that Arena mode would now be mandated to include Plasma pistols only as starting weapons and that grenades had been banned from the simulation. This was being done, the UNSC said, because BK’s we [expletive] up the lobbies with rocket launchers or something.
> Chief knew he would have to get married.