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Halo: Reach |OT7| What are They to Say Now?

Gui_PT

Member
Just saw the portuguese Halo Anniversary box.

They translated the title to "Halo of The Anniversary"

...How do you mess something like that up? :lol
 
K

kittens

Unconfirmed Member
Who's in the mood for baseless predictions? I am! I predict a huge Halo 4 media blow out on 1/17 - January 17th.
 

Tunavi

Banned
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Holy shit

Merry Christmas
 

Slightly Live

Dirty tag dodger
I had two purple Gameboy Colours along with Pokemon Red and Blue, a link cable and an official guide.

Best spoilt only child Xmas ever. My Granda was the best. I'll always miss him.
 

Tunavi

Banned
I have a yellow GBC, Black GBA, no SP and launch DS and now a black 3DS. What games you get?
My mom got me Pokemon Platinum. I really want Soul Silver, so I might get that. I missed the entire DS generation, so I have a shit-ton of gaming to get caught up on.
Friend code?
once I set up my account I'll let you know. I need to add all of 3dshalogaf. this thing is so sexy. I feel like a kid again. :D

Funny thing is that I wrapped up all my old gameboys I got on Christmas because I didnt think I was realistically getting any presents this year.
 

Tashi

343i Lead Esports Producer
My mom got me Pokemon Platinum. I really want Soul Silver, so I might get that. I missed the entire DS generation, so I have a shit-ton of gaming to get caught up on.

once I set up my account I'll let you know. I need to add all of 3dshalogaf. this thing is so sexy. I feel like a kid again. :D

Funny thing is that I wrapped up all my old gameboys I got on Christmas because I didnt think I was realistically getting any presents this year.
Elite Beat Agents
 
I posted this up last year during Christmas and it made it to HBO. Well I figure I should post it up again. Enjoy!
Before you read this, I just want you to know that I did not make this up. I only took the original How the grinch stole christmas and changed some of the words. Enjoy!
Character Changes
The Grinch = The Brute
The Whos = The Elites
Whoville = High Charity
Santa Clause = Master Chief
Reindeer = Drone

How The Brute Stole Christmas

Every Elites down in High Charity liked Christmas a lot,
But the Brute who lived north of High Charity did not!
The Brute hated Christmas! The Whole Christmas Season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one knew quite the reason.
It could be his staff wasn't made just right.
It could be that his armor was too tight.
But I think that the reason most of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But, whatever the reason, his heart or his armor,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the elites,
Starring down from his tower with a sour, Brutal frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Elite down in High Charity beneath
Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.
"And their hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Brute fingers nervously drumming,
"I must find some way to stop Christmas from coming!"
...All the Elite girls and boys
Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!
And then! Oh the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's the one thing he hated! the NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Then the Elites, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would feast on Elite-pudding, and rare Elite-roast-beast
Which was something the Brute couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN
They'd do something
He liked lease of all!
Every Elite down in High Charity, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the elites would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing!
AND they'd SING! SING! SING! SING!
And the more the Brute thought of this Elite-Christmas-Sing,
The more the Brute thought, "I must stop this whole thing!
"Why, for fifty-three years I've put up with it now!
"I MUST stop Christmas from coming!
But HOW?"
Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!
THE BRUTE
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The Brute laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick Master Chief helmet and suit.
And then he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Brutal trick!
"With this suit and helmet, I look just like Master Chief!"
"All I need is a drone..."
The Brute looked around.
But, since drones are scare, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Brute...?
No! The Brute simply said,
"If I can't find a drone, I'll make one instead!"
So he called his jackal, Max. Then he took some red thread
And he tied big wings on top of his back.
THEN
He loaded some bags
And some old empty sacks
On a ramshackle sleigh
And he hitched up old Max.
The the Brute said, "Giddap!"
And the sleigh started down
Toward the homes where the Elites
Lay a-snooze in their town.
All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the Elites were all dreaming sweet dreams without care
When he came to the first little house on the square.
"This is stop number one," the old Brutal Chief hissed
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
But if Master Chief could do it, then so could the Brute.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue
Where the little Elite stockings all hung in a row.
"These stockings," he grinned, "are the first to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Plasma Rifles! and Ghosts! Plasma Grenades! Jet packs!
Carbines! Fuel Rod Cannons! Energy Swords! and Plasma Pistols!
He stuffed them all in his bags. Then the Brute, very nimbly!]
Stuffed all his bags, one by one, up the chimbley!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Elites' feast!
He took the Elite-pudding! He took the roast beast!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that Brute even took their last can of Elite-hash!
Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee!
"And NOW!" grinned the Brute, "I will stuff up the tree!"
And the Brute grabbed the tree, and he started to shove
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Elite!
Little Cindy-Lou Elite, who was not more than two.
The Brute had been caught by this tiny Elite daughter
Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
She stared at the Brute and said, "Master Chief, why,
"Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?"
But, you know that old Brute was so smart and so slick
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why my sweet little tot," the fake Master Chief lied,
"There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side.
"So I'm taking it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the little child. Then he patted her head
And he got her a drink and he sent her to bed.
And when Cindy-Lou Elite went to bed with her cup,
HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!
Then the last thing he took
Was the log for their fire!
Then he went up the chimney, himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire.
And the one speck of food
That he left in the house
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
Then
He did the same thing
To the other Elites' houses
Leaving crumbs
Much too small
For the other Elites' mouses!
It was a quarter past dawn...
All the Elites, still a-bed
All the Elites, still a-snooze
When he packed up he sled,
Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!
The tags! And the tinsel! The t-blam!-s! The trappings!
Three thousand feet up! Up one side of Tower Crumpit,
He rode with his load to the tip top to dump it!
"Pooh-Pooh to the Elites!" he was Brute-ish-ly humming.
"They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming!
"Their just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
"Then the Elites down in High Charity will all cry BOO-HOO!
"That's a noise," grinned the Brute,
"That I simply MUST hear!"
So he paused. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow...
But the sound wasn't sad!
Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so!
But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at High Charity!
The Brute popped his eyes!
Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Elite down in High Charity, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming!
IT CAME
Somehow or other, It just came the same!
And the Brute, with his Brute-feet ice cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?
"It came without ribbons! It came without tags!
It came without packages, boxes or bags!"
And he puzzled three hours till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Brute thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store.
"Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
And what happened then...?
Well...in High Charity they say
That the Brutes small heart
Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his lad through the bright morning light
And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!
And he...
...HE HIMSELF...!
The Brute cut the roast beast!
 
Late to the party, but merry Christmas, HaloGAF!

(Also, I've had NC barbeque, and it simply doesn't compare to the Smok'n Pig in Valdosta, GA. Best pulled pork of my life.)
 

lybertyboy

Thinks the Evil Empire is just misunderstood.
That's what I'm saying! I've been here...fifteen (sixteen?) years and I don't know what the hell that is.

Lord, you've given them eyes, but they cannot see.

NC BBQ: Slow cooked pork with a vinegar-based sauce. Whole hog cooked over a wood coal pit is the pinnacle.
 
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