lightrifle. Not exactly great odds. It doesn't stop him from raising his rifle and taking aim from pure instinct though.
"Hold it. Let's not do anything either of us will live to regret."
arrive to examine some kind of remarkably intact power generator. The facility was supposed to be abandoned and derelict. He hadn't even seen any sentinels. There was absolutely not supposed to be a living breathing Forerunner here.
And this time he was alone with nothing but his armor and a -
Starter for @runawayrelic.bsky.social
Normally Henry wouldn't say that he was a superstitious man, far from it. But at the moment it was hard to think he was anything but cursed. It was the only explanation.
It was suppose to be simple. Clear the site out and wait for the science team to-
Just trying to lift your spirits with a joke I thought you'd like.
@tyeverheart.bsky.social
Three-legged dog walks into a bar. He says, "I'm lookin' for the man who shot my paw."
No but it's blue. Like the sky.
Then why is it blue above us in the dome?
The sky too.
Don't forget that.
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Toot-toot, chugga-chugga, big red car
shield and walked through the now open door to see what awaited him.
before raising his voice so that whoever was out there could hear him. "Yankee here. Beagle is that you?! Hold your fire, I'm coming in."
Approaching the door control, he slammed the symbol that had opened it the last time, and prayed the explosions hadn't damaged anything. Then he activated his-
what the hell was going on ahead of them. It still could be a trap, but he didn't think it was likely. They wouldn't have had the time to set up something this elaborate. They were still rushing to set up turrets for fucks sake.
"Hold fire. Hold fire," Henry addressed his squad first -
footed here."
Raising a fist pointed upwards towards the ceiling, he signaled the rest of the squad to stay, as he continued his slow crawl back to the door. He wasn't thrilled about being in their line of fire, but there was no other choice.
The yell was a welcome surprise. Finally a clue on -
the place really was some kind of hellish labyrinth.
Or it could be some kind of trap. Could explain why they hadn't charged out, they were lying in ambush, getting ready to trick them. He wouldn't take that chance.
"Stay ready. We don't know what's going on and we are not getting caught flat-
retaliation or counterattack. Instead the only thing they heard was the inexplicable faint ping of gunfire.
How the hell had someone gotten ahead of them? Beagle had started off in a completely different direction and yet they'd ended up in front of them. God if that was the case, -then-
everything in that room was incredible small. It hadn't been their MO so far to pack it up and run either. It had ben last stand after last stand. Something should have come out and engaged them.
Slowly Henry and the others began to inch closer to the door, still awaiting some kind of -
The Armigers that Yankee squad had been expecting to come pouring out the room failed to materialize. If anything that only put Henry further on edge, causing him to clutch his lightrifle even more tightly than he already was.
Something had happened. The odds that their grenades had gotten-
It would make me feel better if you believed it.
In that case I'm the spitting imagine of perfection. A god amongst men. A specimen hither to undreamt of.
If I say yes will you believe me?
Hey sir @lordadmiralhood.bsky.social!
FUCK YOU!!!!!
For some reason heβs really got a hankering for a picnic basket.
How fucking odd.
@fred-104.bsky.social
I submitted 10 puns to a joke-writing competition to see if any of them made the finals.
Sadly, no pun in ten did.
