Im pretty sure you’ve all heard of the game where one person starts off with a word, then subsequent people add words to make a story! i though we could do this, but to make sure it doesn’t take FOREVER, maybe each person could do a sentence. some general rules though:
- Keep it short, we don’t want to make this thing the new Halo novel (or do we?)
- Don’t be super-specific or hyper-directive, you want to leave other people room to come up with something
- As always, refer to the Forum guidelines
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NEW! When you post your sentence(s), please access THIS GOOGLE DOC and update your sentence into it
And with that, I’ll start!
He limped down the hallway, cringing as he clutched the clanging dogtags in his hands.
Suddenly, a plasma bolt flew past his head and slagged the door behind him to molten liquid.
His Covenant pursuers had somehow found him.
With cat-like prowess, he leaped behind the nearest cover.
In a single fluent motion he shouldered his rifle and fired of a short burst over the fallen crates.
As the crate tipped over, numerous street cones spilled out, littering the battlefield.
Johnson used the chaos to make a run for the elevator, and as he forced his body to its limits, he could feel the augmentations was the only thing still keeping him going.
He heard the plasma fire before he saw it. Sure that the enemy was tracking him, Johnson dove, crying out as the pain in his leg flared, and crashed down onto the elevator floor.
Frantically he pushed the button for the lower basement level as he waited for the door to close. He needed a plan to evade these Covenant units and he needed one fast.
As the reinforced steel doors began to shut, Johnson exhaled heavily with a sigh of relief. But a four fingered claw thrust through the small opening, grasping desperately for something to hold on to.
Also, thanks to whoever moved this to the appropriate forum 
He reached for his combat knife and in a brutal motion hacked a finger off.
Covenant blood sprayed into the elevator as the arm withdrew and the doors finally shut with a mechanical sigh.
as the elevator descended Johnson struggled to reach into his pocket to get his cigar. But unfortunately his lighter was no where to be found
He held the cancer stick in front of the muzzle of his rifle, and fired of a round.
as the elevator approached its destination he steadied his rifle and pined it towards the door, ready for anything that might be waiting on the other side.
As the doors slid open he stumbled out of the elevator, only to thrown to the side by an unknown force, saving him from a fuel rod blast. He traveled forward at an unimaginable speed, but realized when he saw that he was being carried by a Mjolnir covered Spartan, that he must have been saved by Kelly.
He stared at himself in his savior’s golden E.V.A. “What took you so long?”
“We had some trouble with this guy. Where’s the package?”
“We set it up in the cafeteria but my team was taken out before we could arm it.” He clasped the dogtags still wrapped around his hand.
Johnson pulled himself together after realizing how dreadful he must’ve looked to Kelly.
Kelly ran around a corner ond Johnson saw 3 more figures wearing the gohstly green armour.
He recognized the Chief, it was hard to miss the aura of… well he didn’t really know, but there was something about him that always made Johnson regain whatever hope left in the sad universe he was stuck with.