HIt has been a week since my devilish nephew annihilated my Master Chief controller by “”“accidentally”"" pouring off brand apple soda all over it while I was out taking a walk.
A week without Halo. I’m stranded in a desert of boredom. Water and food supplies are running low. My application for Walmart sent via courier pigeon has not been heeded. I am withering away.
Halo Gods, spirits of 343, Mister Chief. If this really is my last days on this humble Earth, I send my deepest apologies. For I will leave a microscopic void in a vast fabric Filled with raunchy custom games with random strangers, angry messages after stacked games of Breakout with friends, and hours upon glorious hours of teabaggery.
I bid the all farewell.
Huurgh … Blaby
Okay, in all seriousness, my little nephew wrecked my controller, so because of lack of anything else to do, I just decided to whip this out of my face out of pure boredom as a little joke.
Mods, enjoy and lock as you please, and I hope everybody else who might stumble upon this garbage have a wonderful day. <3