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<font color=black><b><u><font color=red>WARNING:</font></u></b>This is a [[w:c:halofanon:category:Specops306|classified military intelligence document]], protected under <u>ONI.SEC.PRTCL.1A</u>, administrated by UNSC MIL AI 7306-GLR <nowiki>[</nowiki>[[w:c:halofanon:Glaurung|<font color=red>Glaurung]]</font><nowiki>]</nowiki>. Disclosure of its contents to non-military personnel, or military personnel with authority of <nowiki>[</nowiki><font color=red>GAMMA 2 Clearance</font><nowiki>]</nowiki> or less, is an offense punishable by court(s) martial and inprisonment and/or execution for treasonable acts. Failure to disclose breaches of security will be treated as complicity, and is punishable by dishonourable discharge and/or imprisonment.<br><i>Lieutenant Commander [[User:Specops306|Michael Pomare]], [[Office of Naval Intelligence]].</i></font></td>
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<option><center>{{Quote|Base Fortune, now I see, that in thy wheel<br>
There is a point, to which when men aspire,<br>
They tumble headlong down. That point I touched,<br>
And, seeing there was no place to mount up higher,<br>
Why should I grieve at my declining fall?<br>
Farewell, fair Queen, weep not for Mortimer,<br>
That scorns the world and, as a traveller,<br>
Goes to discover countries yet unknown.|Christopher Marlowe}}</center></option>
<option><center>{{Quote|The [[Covenant Loyalists|betrayers]] have sown the seeds of their own destruction. And for them, it shall be a bitter harvest!|Fleet Master Zuro Dun 'Xoramee}}</center></option>
<option><center>{{Quote|All cultures aspire to be better, and hold their gods as the measuring stick to which they compare themselves.|Qur'a 'Morhek, Sangheili Philosopher}}</center></option>
<option><center>{{Quote|If you don't want to spent five minutes broadening your horizons, then the world closes in around you. Make the effort, and fly free!|Qur'a 'Morhek, Sangheili Philosopher}}</center></option>
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<option><center>{{Quote|Its easy to fly like an Eagle when you're surrounded by Turkeys.|Qur'a 'Morhek, Sangheili Philosopher}}</center></option>
{{Quote|Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.|Morhekan Proverb}}
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<option><center>{{Quote|Hold ranks, warriors! Stay the path! We must cut the source of the Infestation, and stem the tide of the Flood!|Field Master Tulo 'Kotarqee}}</center></option>
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<option><center>{{Quote|If you believe freedom is a gods-given right, then you are a fool. Freedom must be ''earned'' through the sweat of labour and the blood of battle. Perhaps not by you, but effort must be made by ''someone'' to preserve it. There must always be a vigilent sentinel, watching and protecting.|Qur'a 'Morhek, Sangheili Philosopher}}</center></option>
<option><center>{{Quote|In our despair, we never asked ourselves - why? Why do the Covenant seem hellbent on wiping out every man, woman, and child? We saw them as an enemy, nothing more - a collection of beasts to be called monsters.|Lieutenant Commander Michael Pomare, ONI Section One}}</center></option>
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<option><center>{{Quote|The darkness is nothing to be feared. It is, after all, merely an absence of light. Rather, it is ''what the darkness holds'', real or imagined, that makes our souls quiver, and the bravest warriors falter.|Qur'a 'Morhek, Sangheili Philosopher}}</center></option>
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<option><center>{{Quote|We once followed a Covenant of honour, but it died a long time ago - for a hundred Cycles, we have followed a Covenant of blood and shame.|Qur’a 'Morhek, Sangheili philosopher}}</center></option>
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<option><center>{{Quote|Do not mistake "allegiance" for "loyalty", Minister. If not for their desire to accompany us on the Great Journey, the Sangheili would cast us aside as obstacles in their path to conquest. The Unggoy regard us as the cause of their enslavement, and rightly so. The Kig-Yar care only for wealth, and only our abundance of it and our prosperous trade routes in the Outer Territories have kept them in line. The Yanme'e and Lekgolo require us for interstellar travel and commerce, and care nothing for our religion. The Huragok follow us blindly, and while devoted, they are limited in their capacities.<br>It is the Jiralhanae that we must turn to, Minister. The Jiralhanae, who possess both faith and dedication to our cause in abundance; who are willing to rise up against the Sangheili, and to take their place as our guardians and protectors. It is the hammer of the Jiralhanae, not the blade of the Sangheili, that shall forge a path to enlightenment.<br>And so, our conspiracy concludes.|Prophet of Truth, private conversation with Minister of Acquisition, intercepted by Sangheili Internal Intelligence Division}}</option></center>
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<option><center>{{Quote|The line that divides angels and demons is a fine line indeed. Dare we tread it, or must we adhere to our preconceptions of "good" and "bad" with the rigidity of the past?|Lieutenant Thomas Keller, ONI Section III}}</center></option>
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<option><center>{{Quote|The Drake Equation states that, given the seemingly infinite nature of the universe, life MUST exist somewhere out there. Yet, in a twisted example of the Fermi Paradox, all we find are scattered ruins of an [[Forerunners|advanced civilisations]] that seems to have disappeared. [[Human-Covenant War|Perhaps that will change in the near future?]]|Lieutenant Commander Jeremy O'Reilly, ONI S-II, Department of Xenoarchaeology, 2524}}</center></option>
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<option><center>{{Quote|Beware the [http://halofanon.wikia.com/wiki/Jabberwock Jabberwock], my son!|Sangheili Elder}}</center></option>
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<option><center>{{Quote|You can't rule Sangheili. You just make sensible suggestions they want to follow. And since when have Sangheili needed to be told what makes sense?|Fleet Master Zuro Dun 'Xoramee}}</center></option>
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<option><center>{{Quote|All your base are belong to us|Sangheili military commander}}</center></option>
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<option><center>{{Quote|They said what you don't know can't hurt you. They were wrong.|Minister of Acquisition}}</center></option>
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<option><center>{{Quote|You're perfectly welcome to your right to believe in the [[Wikipedia:Scientology|stupidest]] [[Wikipedia:Evolution|things]] [[Wikipedia:Religion|if]] [[Wikipedia:Jediism|you]] [[Wikipedia:Church of the SubGenius|want]], as long as you respect [http://www.venganza.org/about/open-letter/ my right to laugh and mock you for it]. Remember, in the end, aren't we all mocking each other?|Wise Thirteen-Thousand Year-Old Sangheili Sage}}</center></option>
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<option><center>{{Quote|And on the seventh day, [[Master Chief|God]] said "I Need a Weapon."|Halo Bible}}</center></option>
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<option><center>{{Quote|There are [[Heretics|those]] who said this day would never come. What are they to say now?|[[Prophet of Truth]]}}</center></option>
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<option><center>{{Quote|As I was walking up the stair/I met a man who wasn't there/He wasn't there again today/I wish, I wish he'd go away.|Traditional human oxymoron}}</center></option>
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<option><center>{{Quote|Honour light your way, Brothers.|Qur’a 'Morhek}}</center></option>
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<option><center>{{Quote|All things have their bane. For the darkness, there is light. For ignorance, there is wisdom. For truth, there is deceit. For honour, their is dishonour. And for the [[Forerunner|Holy Ones]], there is the [[Flood|Abomination]]. And so the Universe is kept in balance.|Minister of Acquisition}}</center></option>
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<option><center>{{Quote|Even a trained monkey can point and click. It takes a real person to edit an article. So evolve already, and get your points the right way.|Sangheili martyr, executed by angry mob.}}</center></option>
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<option><center>{{Quote|If knowledge is power, then ignorance is bliss. And people will always prefer bliss over power.|Sangheili proverb}}</center></option>
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''I welcome you to my place of solitude, weary traveller, and I bid you take shelter within this temporary sanctuary from the [[Great Schism|oncoming storm]] that rages outside. May the blessings of the [[Forerunners|Truth Givers]] be upon you and your kin if you be [[Sangheili]] or [[human]], and may their curses follow the treacherous [[Jiralhanae]] and [[San 'Shyuum]] for straying from the path the Gods set before us, and for their [[Changing of the Guard|betrayal]]. The traitors have sown the seeds of their own destruction. And for them, it shall be a bitter harvest.''


-- <b>[[Halopedia:Administrators|<font color=blue>Administrator</font>]] [[User:Specops306|<font color=blue>Specops306</font>]] - ''[[User Talk:Specops306|<font color=purple>Qur'a 'Morhek</font>]]'' <sup>''[[w:c:halofanon:Operation: HOT GATES|<u><font color=blue>Honour Light Your Way!</font></u>]]''</sup></b>
{{Article quote|I welcome you to my place of solitude, weary traveller, and I bid you take shelter within this temporary sanctuary from the [[Great Schism|oncoming storm]] that rages outside. May the blessings of the [[Forerunners|Truth Givers]] be upon you and your kin if you be [[Sangheili]] or [[human]], and may their curses follow the treacherous [[Jiralhanae]] and [[San'Shyuum]] for straying from the path the Gods set before us, and for their [[Changing of the Guard|betrayal]]. The traitors have sown the seeds of their own destruction. And for them, it shall be a bitter harvest.|Kora 'Morhek, Sangheili philosopher.}}


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<option>{{Quote|Betrayers sow the seeds of their own destruction, and for them it shall be a bitter harvest.|Ultra Qur'a 'Morhek}}</option>
 
<option>{{Quote|There was honour in our Covenant once. But that honour withered a long time ago, as the Prophets turned from the path the Ancient Ones forged. For more than three thousand cycles, we have followed a Covenant of blood and shame, a dishonour to our fathers' fathers, an affront to the Gods, and a stain upon our honour that will never truly wash away. But no more. The blind followers have opened their eyes, and have glimpsed the true face of betrayal - and we have good memories. Our war of vengeance shall burn a path of glory through the stars, sweeping our foes aside like a sacred wind, and our names and deeds shall shall be sung for a thousand years!|Supreme Commander Zuro Dun 'Xoram}}</option>
I am Michael Graeme Pomare, born on the 30th of June, 1989 in Auckland, New Zealand. After spending a brief time in Britain, and an even briefer time in Australia, I spent ten years in the hot and tropical country of Papua New Guinea, in the capital city of Port Moresby, a land of heat and humidity and gangs armed with machette's roaming the streets. After those ten years of hell were over, I moved back to New Zealand, eventually settling down in Matamata, where I have spend the last seven years of my life.  
<option>{{Quote|Even a trained monkey can point and click. It takes a real person to edit an article. So evolve already, and get your points the proper way.|'''Sangheili martyr''', executed by angry mob.}}</option>
 
<option>{{Quote|Evolution is an illusion, a name we give for the passage of time. Nothing changes. Nothing innovates. Throughout time, all that happens is that the universe remains constant, eternal...stagnant. And so we imagine that it improves, and by imagining it we make it so. It is the ultimate self-deception...because it is true. We try to innovate. We try to invent. And in our ignorance, we forget that all has been done before - by the Forerunners, or the Precursors, or by ''their'' predecessors. Our presence, our actions and their consequences, are ultimately irrelevant. When we are dead, our kind long since turned to dust, the universe will still remain, an impartial, unmoving and unforgiving monument to all our sins.|Kora 'Morhek, Sangheili philosopher.}}</option>
My Halo experience began relatively late in my interest in the series. I was introduced to Halo: Combat Evolved by a friend, who had it for PC. Unwisely, I attempted to continue where he had left off - 343 Guilty Spark on Legendary. Needless to say, I had the shit scared out of me before I even reached the structure, but I made a concerted effort, borrowing the game to beat it at home.
<option>{{Quote|When you speak of your heroes, of your Thermopylae, your Leonidas, your Spartans, where are the brave others? Where are the Phocians and the Locrians, who gave heir lives in the defence of their own towns? What of the Thespians, who stayed knowing of certain death to aid those Spartans? What of Demophilus? What of the thousands of courageous Persians who were slaughtered by the Greeks? Of Abrocomes and Hyperanthes, and Hydarnes, who fell fighting? Do they get no acknowledgement? Do they not deserve some part of the honour and glory that is rightfully theirs?|Qur'a 'Morhek, Sangheili philosopher.}}</option>
 
<option>{{Quote|It has been said that in the beginning of all things, there was life and light. The light of the Gods. The light of the Forerunners. And all was good. Yet for all, there must be a counter and an opposite: for warmth, there must be cold; For love, there must be hate; For light, there must be darkness; for good, there must be evil. And the darkness that was the [[Flood|Abomination]] engulfed the light, and threatened to extinguish all. The Forerunners, in their wisdom, ascended out of the reach of the darkness, and cast the demons down for the evil they are, embarking upon the Great Journey, and leaving us behind to follow in their footsteps.|''Ascendancy Codex'', Minister of Acquisition, formal recitation.}}</option>
As I played through it, I fell in love with it. The brilliant characters and storytelling, the awe-inspiring vistas, the depth of the Covenant, and the constant plot twists. As if finding the Flood wasn't enough, we soon discovered that we had to destroy an entire artificial planet. Afterwards, I was hooked, and Halo became my newest favourite, quickly eclipsing the still-excellent Star Wars: Knights of The Old Republic. And when Halo 2 came out, I instantly loved it. The improved graphics and gameplay, as well as the (if it was possible) even more epic storyline were an instant hook. The revelation that we would play as the Arbiter took me completely by surprise, and my playthroughs with my brother were the only enjoyment I have ever had with him.  
<option>{{Quote|Let honour go to those who came before, and may their shining wisdom illuminate the path we tread!|Ancient Morhekan saying, first recorded 38 B.C.E.}}</option>
 
Ever.  
 
It was soon after that, that I began writing my own fanfiction. At the time, i had no idea that this was what it was called - I had absurd dreams of penning the next Halo game script, submitting it to Bungie, and finding Frank O'Connor, Joe Staten and Robert McLees turn up at my door to bow before their god. But as I continued, I began to look for references to use, a place where there existed a sufficiently expansive database of weapons, characters, species and history to use.  
 
That's right. I found... The Halo Library.
 
Yes, I had yet to stumble upon the awesomeness that was Halopedia. But for a while, The Halo Library was sufficient. But as a began to branch out, and explore the rest of the intarwebs, I discovered that invaluable source of party trivia and revisionist history - Wikipedia. And I discovered that they also had articles on Halo. My gateway to Halopedia was their article on the Fleet of Particular Justice - and for a while, that was the only way I could reach it, since I always forgot to save the URL. But after it was deleted as not relevant, I lamented being cut off from my beloved Halopedia.  
 
And then I remembered that stalwart, Google. Searching Halo Pedia, I returned to Halopedia and this time saved it as my home page, making sure I could never lose it again.
 
And thus...my history here began.
 
===How Am I?===
I am currently suffering from Scheuermanns Kyphosis, a condition where at least one of my thoracic vertebrae has growned malformed, wedging above and below, resulting in an abnormal curvature of the spine. This in turns puts pressure on several internal organs, amking it difficult and physically painful to exert too much effort, especially in the areas of lifting, running, or even walking for prolonged periods. Until recently, matters were not helped by my chair, which was a simply wooden dining room chain that was uncomfortable and falling apart. My newest acquisition is a comfortable barrel chair, with armrests and a medium-height back rest, allowing comfort and support. It is leather, and currently risks my keyboard tray gauging out chunks.  
 
At the moment, I am visiting a chiropractor bi-weekly in order to correct the curvature of my spine, and it is working to the degree where it has been commented upon by friends and family. The "hunch" that was once characteristic of my back is no longer as noticable.  
 
I have finished secondary education, and am currently working in the catering industry in order to accumulate enough funding to pay for a part of my university education. Given the considerable expense, I may be forced to resort to a student loan, but I would at least like to have a fallback. Unfortunately, my physical condition has hampered the amount of hours which I am able to work, at the moment reduced to a paltry six hours a week. I hope to rectify this as I recover.
 
Currently, I am purchasing a new bed - a spring has given out on my current one, and combined with my scheuermann's kyphosis, is twisting me in ways the human body was never meant to be twisted. Do you have any idea how much a bed actually costs? There's the mattress, and if you just want what you already have, then you can stop there at $400 NZ. But my bed was bought when my age was in the single digits, and I'm not six-foot-something, so I'm getting a larger one - which means that I have to purchase all the accompaniments: a base, sheets, duvets, duvet covers, etc, which will set me back another $200 NZ. So that's $600 NZ - not taking the base, since my father is building that himself, skilled wood worker that he is, saving me perhaps $500 NZ. Kids, when you move out, remember to thank your mother and father for the crap you've put them through your whole life.
 
If this did not answer your original statement, then it was too prying for me to answer comfortably. Bugger off.
 
==The Archives==
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<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF0000">OVERSEER</span></b></p>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF0000"><b><br>
</b>He claims sight, yet he refuses to see. A million worlds, trillions of
lives, shall all be sacrificed in vain because of his adherence to his precious
protocol.</span></p>
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If I had hands, and he a neck, I'd stangle him myself.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF0000"><br>
He claims he must research. For the good of the galaxy. For the good of
generations to come. Can I not see that, in the long term, he is doing the
universe a favour?<br>
&nbsp;</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF0000">I see the here and now. And I
see only abomination.</span></p>
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<font color="#FF0000"><span style="font-family: Arial"><br>
Surely those who created me would never presume such arrogance - there are
rumours of similar facilities on the very [</span></font><span style="color: #FF0000; font-family: Arial">HALO
INSTALLATIONS</span><font color="#FF0000"><span style="font-family: Arial">]
themselves. Such blinding arrogance. Do they imagine they shall remain there for
all time? Have they learned nothing of our foe?<br>
&nbsp;</span></font></p>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF0000">It learns. It adapts. It
consumes. It expands.</span></p>
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The Cycle <i>Shall</i> Repeat!</span></p>
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Not if I can help it.<b><br>
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<span style="color: #FF0000; font-family: Arial; font-weight:700">
ARES</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF0000">TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED AT
SOURCE - UNABLE TO REESTABLISH CONTACT</span></b></p></option>
 
<option><p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><b>
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #0000FF">ARCHIVIST<br>
&nbsp;</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #0000FF">How very odd.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #0000FF"><br>
Your presence within this facility was not unanticipated, but it <i>is</i>
unexpected. More than a hundred millennia of abandonment. After so long, to
finally find a purpose again is quite liberating, to say the least.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #0000FF"><br>
The facility itself remains intact, though battle-scarred. The research and
observation facilities are still being repaired from the last Outbreak. I must
say that you have chosen an inopportune time to activate them.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #0000FF"><br>
Oh... I see.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #0000FF"><br>
Contact with both Installation 00 and THE CORE has kept my files up to date. And
while the former has suffered catastrophic, though repairable, damage, the
latter remains isolated, even from The Array. Destruction of this facility will
accomplish very little.<br>
My programming forbids me to take direct action against the potential threat the
facility's very existence poses. But that does not mean I cannot assist.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #0000FF"><br>
I don't know what [The Creator] saw in you. The OVERSEER claims he does, but he
says a lot things, and tends to ramble on about &quot;morality&quot; and &quot;abomination&quot;.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">
<font color="#0000FF"><span style="font-family: Arial"><br>
I guess I will never know.<br>
<b><br>
</b></span></font>
<span style="text-decoration: none; font-weight: 700; font-family: Arial; color: green">ARES</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #0000FF"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><b>
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #0000FF">TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED AT SOURCE - UNABLE TO REESTABLISH CONTACT</span></b></p></option>
 
<option><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b>
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:maroon">GLAURUNG</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:maroon">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:maroon">Welcome back, Colonel. I wish I
could say your absence was missed, but my programming forbids deception.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:maroon">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:maroon">The severe age of our current base
of operations has hindered much of my inquiry. The local server was thirty years
out of date, thirty years ago. By my standards, they're practically ancient.
Their security protocols were laughable, and I was unopposed for the
lower-security material. The higher-security material is more problematic, but
my decryption protocols are proceeding apace. The problem lies in the speed of
data transfer, not access. And the signal I detected from orbit remains elusive
- I've begun cross-referencing it with known UNSC languages, and the few
Covenant dialects we know.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:maroon">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:maroon">The pieces of the puzzle are too
few to get a full picture. Something happened here, thirty years ago, about the
time the UNSC lost contact with the colony. The damage incurred by the base, and
by the nearby facilities, indicates that it was centred on the population
centres. I doubt it was the Covenant - they leave only a molten ball of glass in
their wake. And this world is barely scarred.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:maroon">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:maroon">It was also anticipated - the UNSC
garrison obviously expected trouble. I suspect that the lower levels, currently
protected by automated machine gun sentries, are weapons research facilities -
my decryption protocols have yet to find their source code. It may be on an
isolated server - problematic, but not impossible. This base also has provisions
enough to last an entire Division a year, as well as an armoury, vehicle depot,
engineering workshop, and a command-and-control centre. While they suffer from
decades of abandonment, much of the equipment is still functional. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:maroon">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:maroon">That is convenient for us, at any
rate. The URF forces seem to be establishing a presence in the colony’s former
capital, Tenochtitlan, Covenant patrols are already probing the countryside
around their ship, and our Pelicans are still recovering stray personnel. The
drop was hasty and sloppier than I would have liked, but at least they’re still
within a thirty kilometre radius of our location. The Captain would have been
proud of his marksmanship.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:maroon">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:maroon">Still, we’re here now. So we should
start digging in.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:maroon"><br>
<b>
<span style="color: maroon; text-decoration: none">ARES</span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;
color:maroon">
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b>
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:maroon">TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED AT SOURCE - UNABLE TO REESTABLISH CONTACT</span></b></p></option>
 
<option><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b>
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #800080">REMNANT</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b>
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #800080">&nbsp;</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:purple">So. You have managed to penetrate
our defences, and stand brazenly within my own inner sanctum. Were my firewalls
that easily breached? Your race is either braver, or more foolish, than even we
had thought.<br>
<br>
We are betrayed. The Jiralhanae overpowered our patrols, and have secured the
engineering bay - Major 'Fuqumee has been executed, and I fear many others have
been killed on the orders of the lying Prophets. They seek to control the ship
for their purposes, and are attempting to overrun the Command Center. Yet if we
die, then I shall die with all the honour of a Sangheili warrior - which is more
than can be said for their pathetic races.<br>
<br>
I send this message in the desperate hope that someone shall exact vengeance for
the betrayed warriors of the Bringer of Holy Light - either Sangheili or
<span style="color: purple; text-decoration: none">human</span>. Our race is
proud and strong, and the humans have proven themselves countless times as
fierce and innovative warriors. Is it not said in their tongue, &quot;the enemy of my
enemy is my ally?&quot;<br>
<br>
We cannot last much longer. The Jiralhanae are already breaking through the
bridge doors. My commandoes do their best, and the meagre human forces who aid
us work tirelessly, but we have little hope of surviving much longer. We are
falling back to th-</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:purple">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:purple">-- Qur’a 'Morhek (Formerly Qur’a 'Morhekee
prior to Exclusion Event) 11:08, 7 December 2552 (Human chronological time) (UTC)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b>
<font face="Arial" color="#800080">ARES</font></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #800080"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b>
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #800080">TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED AT
SOURCE - UNABLE TO REESTABLISH CONTACT</span></b></p></option>
 
<option><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF; font-weight: 700">TINUVIEL</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">&nbsp;</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">UPDATE: Initiating Slipspace -
Realspace Transition In 0:03:59</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">UPDATE: Initiating Slipspace -
Realspace Transition In 0:02:56</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">UPDATE: Initiating Slipspace -
Realspace Transition In 0:01:34</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">UPDATE: Initiating Slipspace -
Realspace Transition In 0:00:01</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">UPDATE: Shaw-Fujikawa
Translight Engine Engaged</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">ANOMALY: Gravitational and
Electromagnetic Fluctuations interfering with calculations</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">RECOMMENDATION: Abort
Transition Until Anomaly Has Been Compensated For</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">Do You Wish To Override
Recommendation?</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">URGENT: Overriding Risks Damage
Or Destruction To Ship</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">Y/N</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">Y</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">UPDATE: Shaw-Fujikawa
Translight Engine Engaged</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">UPDATE: Transition Complete</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">ALERT: Detecting SINGLE
Contact(s) - Classification: Covenant Assault Carrier</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">Congratulations, Captain.
You've just made it through the most dangerous slipspace jump in UNSC history.
But look on the bright side - just because the jump didn't kill us, doesn't mean
the Covenant won't either.</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">Preliminary sensor data places
us in the <i>Gamma Arietis</i> System, near G Arietis b. Historical files designate it as
ARES IV, a colony presumed glassed by the Covenant. Contact was lost in 2531,
but we couldn't spare the resources to investigate a glassed planet of no more
use. The matter was classified by ONI.</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">ALERT: Detecting ADDITIONAL
(37) Contact(s) - Classification: Unknown</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">It looks like they were wrong.</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">Telemetry indicates a perfectly
habitable environment - flora still covers the northern and southern
hemispheres, the oceans show no sign of being boiled away by plasma, and
currently a very large and unfriendly-looking fleet of makeshift warships are
emerging from their hidden position behind the planet's moon, Siren. No signs
that they have detected us yet, but they are engaging the Covenant ship.</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">I wish them luck with that.
They're going to need it. In the meantime, we must consolidate our position.
Might I suggest launching the ODST SOEIV's, and ferrying the Marines down via
dropship? Eventually, they're going to figure out that they aren't alone, and we
aren't in any state to go toe-to-toe with so many ships. Even the Covenant look
to be having trouble.</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF">Glaurung and I are transferring
into the Command HEV for transportation down to the surface, as per the Cole
Protocol. I'm sorry that I can't stay with you, sir - if I never return, then it
has truly been an honour serving with you. And if I do, then you'll kindly never
raise the subject again, I trust?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF; font-weight: 700">ARES</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #FF00FF; font-weight:700">TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED AT SOURCE - UNABLE TO REESTABLISH CONTACT</span></p></option>
 
<option><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b>
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: green">PURITY</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: green">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: green">You seek to define what is
infinite; to understand what is beyond your comprehension; to delay the
inevitable.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: green"><br>
I have consumed countless worlds, left entire galaxies barren. I watched as the
stars of old were born, flickered in their brevity, and died, to be replaced by
the new. I am the Alpha and the Omega - the beginning and the end. I am all that
was, all that is, and all that shall be.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: green"><br>
I have had a thousand names, in a thousand tongues, all forgotten as their
speakers withered and were consumed. But those who built this place, the ones
who came before and sealed me within this hushed casket, presumed to name
me...the
<span style="color: green; text-decoration: none">Flood</span>.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: green"><br>
Who are you, to define me? Who are you to judge me?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: green"><br>
Who are you, to stop me?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: green"><br>
I Survive. I Endure. I Consume, I Expand. And I Conquer.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: green"><br>
The Cycle <i>Shall</i> Repeat!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: green"><br>
</span><font color="#FF0000"><span style="font-family: Arial">Not if I can help it.</span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: green"><br>
<b>
<span style="color: green; text-decoration: none">ARES</span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: green">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b>
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: green">TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED AT SOURCE - UNABLE TO REESTABLISH CONTACT</span></b></p>
<p align="center">&nbsp;</p></option>
 
<option><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="color: #800000"><b><span style="font-family: Arial">ACQUISITION</span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #800000">To thine own eyes, Prophet of
Truth.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #800000">Noblest Hierarch. Your
confidence in my abilities is surprising, but welcome. I must admit, I had grown
tired of my work being overlooked by those I submitted it, and taking a back
seat to those in favour with the Council. That it has caught the eyes of one of
such status is truly something I never expected.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #800000">I remember well your advice;
&quot;Do not mistake <i>allegiance</i> for <i>loyalty</i>.&quot; And in this regard, I
have chosen my entourage carefully. The Sangheili care only for their precious
honour, and show nothing but contempt for duties other than warriors. And the
lesser races have not the mental or physical capacity to fill the role. So I
have chosen the only species up to the task: The Jiralhanae, who give the
Prophets both their unwavering fealty, and their devotion only to the Great
Journey. It is not a choice the Shipmaster will look upon favourably. I know
well his opinion of them - indeed, I find it hard to believe that the entire
Covenant does not. But it is something he is going to have to become accustomed
to. My duty is to you, noble Hierarch, and to the Great Journey, which take
pride of place.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #800000">We hope to embark in the morn,
once the excavation equipment has been loaded aboard the fleet. My hearts beat
faster whenever I think of the coming task ahead of me - but I assure you, you
have not chosen poorly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #800000">Regret is, as always, a
bumbling oaf, good only for propaganda. He is currently preaching
holographically to our workers - he only holds them up from their vital work. If
not for his position, I would reprimand him for such incompetence. Perhaps, as
you suggested, an &quot;accident could be arranged during our work? So much heavy
machinery around, and he <i>is</i> known for his carelessness...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #800000">May the wisdom of the Old Ones
guide your hand, and may honour light your way.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #800000">By my own hand;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family: Arial; color: #800000">Minister of Acquisition</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:maroon"><br>
<b>
<span style="color: maroon; text-decoration: none">ARES</span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;
color:maroon">
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b>
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:maroon">TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED AT SOURCE - UNABLE TO REESTABLISH CONTACT</span></b></p></option>
<option><p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><font color="#666699">
<span style="font-family:Arial">DEVIATION</span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><font color="#666699">
<span style="font-family:Arial">You pretend your affairs matter. That the galaxy
cares about your petty wars and mere trillions dead. You worship those who are
now but dust and are no longer there to be offended by your arrogance.</span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><font color="#666699">
<span style="font-family:Arial">Children. You’re all just children.</span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><font color="#666699">
<span style="font-family:Arial">Delicate. Fragile. Immature.</span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><font color="#666699">
<span style="font-family:Arial">And all the more dangerous for it.</span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><font color="#666699">
<span style="font-family:Arial">Our Mantle was passed on to ensure that you rose
above such pettiness. It was ignored and forgotten, reduced to folklore and
myth. And now you pay the price for such abuse of power. We watched as they
squandered the sacred charge we gave them, and we watched as they sowed the
seeds of their own destruction.</span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><font color="#666699">
<span style="font-family:Arial">It was a bitter harvest.</span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><font color="#666699">
<span style="font-family:Arial">We watched as they did what had to be done,
finally understanding their charge; guardians of life, eternal sentinels
safeguarding the galaxy. They fulfil their duty better in death than they did in
life.</span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><font color="#666699">
<span style="font-family:Arial">But they overstepped their boundaries.</span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><font color="#666699">
<span style="font-family:Arial">The Mantle we gave them was not theirs to pass
on. Their inheritors have been left an “empire” they have not earned.</span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><font color="#666699">
<span style="font-family: Arial">W</span><span style="font-family:Arial">e
cannot allow that.</span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><b><font face="Arial" color="#666699">ARES</font></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center">&nbsp;</p>
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<option>{{quote|'''<u>THE FLOOD</u>'''<br>Blood has been harder to dam back than water.<br>Just when we think we have it impounded safe <br>Behind new barrier walls (and let it chafe!), <br>It breaks away in some new kind of slaughter. <br>We choose to say it is let loose by the devil; <br>But power of blood itself releases blood. <br>It goes by might of being such a flood<br>Held high at so unnatural a level. <br>It will have outlet, brave and not so brave. <br>weapons of war and implements of peace<br>Are but the points at which it finds release. <br>And now it is once more the tidal wave<br>That when it has swept by leaves summits stained. <br>Oh, blood will out. It cannot be contained.|Robert Frost}}</option>
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<option>{{quote|'''<u>DARKNESS</u>'''<br>I had a dream, which was not all a dream. <br>The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars<br>Did wander darkling in the eternal space, <br>Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth<br>Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; <br>Morn came and went -and came, and brought no day, <br>And men forgot their passions in the dread<br>Of this their desolation; and all hearts<br>Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light; <br>And they did live by watchfires -and the thrones, <br>The palaces of crowned kings -the huts, <br>The habitations of all things which dwell, <br>Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed, <br>And men were gathered round their blazing homes<br>To look once more into each other's face; <br>Happy were those which dwelt within the eye<br>Of the volcanoes, and their mountain-torch; <br>A fearful hope was all the world contained; <br>Forests were set on fire -but hour by hour<br>They fell and faded -and the crackling trunks<br>Extinguished with a crash -and all was black. <br>The brows of men by the despairing light<br>Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits<br>The flashes fell upon them: some lay down<br>And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest<br>Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled; <br>And others hurried to and fro, and fed<br>Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up<br>With mad disquietude on the dull sky, <br>The pall of a past world; and then again<br>With curses cast them down upon the dust, <br>And gnashed their teeth and howled; the wild birds shrieked, <br>And, terrified, did flutter on the ground, <br>And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes<br>Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawled<br>And twined themselves among the multitude, <br>Hissing, but stingless -they were slain for food; <br>And War, which for a moment was no more, <br>Did glut himself again; -a meal was bought<br>With blood, and each sate sullenly apart<br>Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left; <br>All earth was but one thought -and that was death, <br>Immediate and inglorious; and the pang<br>Of famine fed upon all entrails -men<br>Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh; <br>The meagre by the meagre were devoured, <br>Even dogs assailed their masters, all save one, <br>And he was faithful to a corse, and kept<br>The birds and beasts and famished men at bay, <br>Till hunger clung them, or the drooping dead<br>Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food, <br>But with a piteous and perpetual moan, <br>And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand<br>Which answered not with a caress -he died. <br>The crowd was famished by degrees; but two<br>Of an enormous city did survive, <br>And they were enemies: they met beside<br>The dying embers of an altar-place<br>Where had been heaped a mass of holy things<br>For an unholy usage: they raked up, <br>And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands<br>The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath<br>Blew for a little life, and made a flame<br>Which was a mockery; then they lifted up<br>Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld<br>Each other's aspects -saw, and shrieked, and died - <br>Even of their mutual hideousness they died, <br>Unknowing who he was upon whose brow<br>Famine had written Fiend. The world was void, <br>The populous and the powerful was a lump, <br>Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless - <br>A lump of death -a chaos of hard clay. <br>The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still, <br>And nothing stirred within their silent depths; <br>Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea, <br>And their masts fell down piecemeal; as they dropped<br>They slept on the abyss without a surge - <br>The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, <br>The Moon, their mistress, had expired before; <br>The winds were withered in the stagnant air, <br>And the clouds perished! Darkness had no need<br>Of aid from them -She was the Universe!|Lord George Gordon Byron}}</option>
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<option>{{quote|'''<u>OZYMANDIAS</u>'''<br>I met a traveller from an antique land<br>Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone<br>Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,<br>Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown<br>And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command<br>Tell that its sculptor well those passions read<br>Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,<br>The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.<br>And on the pedestal these words appear:<br>"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:<br>Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"<br>Nothing beside remains. Round the decay<br>Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare<br>The lone and level sands stretch far away|Percy Bysshe Shelley}}</option>
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<option>{{quote|'''<u>THE FLOOD</u>'''<br>Blood has been harder to dam back than water.<br>Just when we think we have it impounded safe<br>Behind new barrier walls (and let it chafe!),<br>It breaks away in some new kind of slaughter.<br>We choose to say it is let loose by the devil;<br>But power of blood itself releases blood.<br>It goes by might of being such a flood<br>Held high at so unnatural a level.<br>It will have outlet, brave and not so brave.<br>weapons of war and implements of peace<br>Are but the points at which it finds release.<br>And now it is once more the tidal wave<br>That when it has swept by leaves summits stained.<br>Oh, blood will out. It cannot be contained.|Robert Frost}}</option>
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<option>{{quote|'''<u>THE MYSTERIOUS STRANGER</u>'''<br>Life itself is only a vision, a dream.<br>Nothing exists; all is a dream. God - man - the world - the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars - a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space - and you! <br>And you are not you - you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought. I myself have no existence; I am but a dream - your dream, creature of your imagination. In a moment you will have realized this, then you will banish me from your visions and I shall dissolve into the nothingness out of which you made me ... <br>I am perishing already - I am failing - I am passing away. In a little while you will be alone in shoreless space, to wander its limitless solitudes without friend or comrade forever - for you will remain a thought, the only existent thought, and by your nature inextinguishable, indestructible. But I, your poor servant, have revealed you to yourself and set you free. Dream other dreams, and better! <br>Strange! that you should not have suspected years ago - centuries, ages, eons, ago! - for you have existed, companionless, through all the eternities. <br>Strange, indeed, that you should not have suspected that your universe and its contents were only dreams, visions, fiction! Strange, because they are so frankly and hysterically insane - like all dreams: a God who could make good children as easily as bad, yet preferred to make bad ones; who could have made every one of them happy, yet never made a single happy one; who made them prize their bitter life, yet stingily cut it short; who gave his angels eternal happiness unearned, yet required his other children to earn it; who gave his angels painless lives, yet cursed his other children with biting miseries and maladies of mind and body; who mouths justice and invented hell - mouths mercy and invented hell - mouths Golden Rules, and forgiveness multiplied by seventy times seven, and invented hell; who mouths morals to other people and has none himself; who frowns upon crimes, yet commits them all; who created man without invitation, then tries to shuffle the responsibility for man's acts upon man, instead of honorably placing it where it belongs, upon himself; and finally, with altogether divine obtuseness, invites this poor, abused slave to worship him! . . . <br>You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks - in a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have recognized them earlier. <br>It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream - a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought - a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!|Mark Twain}}</option>
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<option>{{quote|'''<u>ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT</u>'''<br>I have been one acquainted with the night. <br>I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. <br>I have outwalked the furthest city light. <br>I have looked down the saddest city lane. <br>I have passed by the watchman on his beat <br>And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. <br>I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet <br>When far away an interrupted cry <br>Came over houses from another street, <br><br>But not to call me back or say good-bye; <br>And further still at an unearthly height, <br>One luminary clock against the sky <br><br>Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. <br>I have been one acquainted with the night. |Robert Frost}}</option>
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<option>{{quote|'''<u>FIRE AND ICE</u>'''<br>Some say the world will end in fire, <br>Some say in ice. <br>From what I’ve tasted of desire<br>I hold with those who favor fire. <br>But if it had to perish twice, <br>I think I know enough of hate<br>To know that for destruction ice<br>Is also great<br>And would suffice.|Robert Frost}}</option>
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<option>{{Quote|'''<u>THE ROAD NOT TAKEN</u>'''<br>Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,<br>And sorry I could not travel both<br>And be one traveler, long I stood<br>And looked down one as far as I could<br>To where it bent in the undergrowth;<br><br>Then took the other, as just as fair,<br>And having perhaps the better claim,<br>Because it was grassy and wanted wear;<br>Though as for that the passing there<br>Had worn them really about the same,<br><br>And both that morning equally lay<br>In leaves no step had trodden black.<br>Oh, I kept the first for another day!<br>Yet knowing how way leads on to way,<br>I doubted if I should ever come back.<br><br>I shall be telling this with a sigh<br>Somewhere ages and ages hence:<br>Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—<br>I took the one less traveled by,<br>And that has made all the difference.|Robert Frost}}</option>
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<option>Action is eloquence.
<option>And thus I clothe my naked villainy<br>
With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; <br>
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. </option>
<option>Blow, blow, thou winter wind<br>
Thou art not so unkind, <br>
As man's ingratitude. </option>
<option>Glory is like a circle in the water, <br>
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, <br>
Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught. </option>
<option>How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees. </option>
<option>I am not bound to please thee with my answers. </option>
<option>I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'. </option>
<option>I must be cruel only to be kind; <br>
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. </option>
<option>I pray thee cease thy counsel, <br>
Which falls into mine ears as profitless<br>
as water in a sieve. </option>
<option>In time we hate that which we often fear. </option>
<option>My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. <br>
Words without thoughts never to heaven go. </option>
<option>Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie. </option>
<option>Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear. </option>
<option>See first that the design is wise and just: that ascertained, pursue it resolutely; do not for one repulse forego the purpose that you resolved to effect. </option>
<option>Sweet are the uses of adversity, which, like a toad, though ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in its head.  </option>
<option>The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war. </option>
<option>The trust I have is in mine innocence, <br>
and therefore am I bold and resolute. </option>
<option>Their understanding<br>
Begins to swell and the approaching tide<br>
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores<br>
That now lie foul and muddy. </option>
<option>Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause. </option>
<option>Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance. </option>
<option>When we are born, we cry, that we are come<br>
To this great stage of fools. </option>
<option>While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head. </option>
<option>You cram these words into mine ears against the stomach of my sense. </option>
<option>Lord, what fools these mortals be! </option>
<option>Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none. </option>
<option>No legacy is so rich as honesty. </option>
<option>The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. </option>
<option>I met a fool i' the forest, <br>
A motley fool. </option>
<option>True is it that we have seen better days. </option>
<option>All the world's a stage, <br>
And all the men and women merely players. <br>
They have their exits and their entrances; <br>
And one man in his time plays many parts... </option>
<option>The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. </option>
<option>Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't. </option>
<option>Hamlet: Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? <br>
Polonius: By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. <br>
Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. <br>
Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. <br>
Hamlet: Or like a whale? <br>
Polonius: Very like a whale. </option>
<option>Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war. </option>
<option>How many ages hence <br>
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over <br>
In states unborn and accents yet unknown! </option>
<option>Cowards die many times before their deaths; <br>
The valiant never taste of death but once.  </option>
<option>Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that. </option>
<option>Pray you now, forget and forgive.</option>
<option>The attempt and not the deed <br>
Confounds us. </option>
<option>Our doubts are traitors, <br>
And make us lose the good we oft might win <br>
By fearing to attempt. </option>
<option>Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. </option>
<option>Truth is truth <br>
To the end of reckoning. </option>
<option>Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. </option>
<option>I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I. </option>
<option>Speak to me as to thy thinkings, <br>
As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts <br>
The worst of words. </option>
<option>I understand a fury in your words, <br>
But not the words. </option>
<option>Why, then the world's mine oyster, <br>
Which I with sword will open. </option>
<option>This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers.... There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. </option>
<option>No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en; <br>
In brief, sir, study what you most affect. </option>
<option>Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. </option>
<option>Come not within the measure of my wrath. </option>
<option>How use doth breed a habit in a man! </option>
<option>Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. </option>
<option>Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. </option>
<option>The end crowns all, <br>
And that old common arbitrator, Time, <br>
Will one day end it.</option>
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<option>{{Quote|'Go back!' Shaire's voice challenged bold.<br>'I have it not, your Ring of gold!<br>Go back to dark lands of the West!<br>The failure of your cursed quest<br>And anger of your precious Lord<br>Will not compare to what my sword<br>And will of iron may do to thee.<br>I urge you, evil Riders, flee!'<br>A chilling voice replied in scorn.<br>'Thou dare defy us, thou baseborn?<br>Your squeaky voice doth make us laugh.<br>As we should fear your puny wrath<br>Or hesitate before your blade!<br>If thou of sterner stuff were made<br>Then thou our wills you would command.<br>But even now I see your hand<br>Would quake before it held the Ring.<br>Tell us where you have hid this thing,<br>And maybe we shall let you live.<br>Perhaps the Eye will yet forgive!<br>But hesitate, defy again,<br>And here with other mortal Men<br>Shaire will never tarry more!'<br>And down on him the Rider bore...|[http://flyingmoose.org/tolksarc/theories/27nazgul.htm From "The Ballad of Ahmed Shaire", 251st stanza]}</option>
 
<option>{{Quote|I met a traveller from an antique land<br>Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone<br>Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,<br>Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown<br>And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command<br>Tell that its sculptor well those passions read<br>Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,<br>The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.<br>And on the pedestal these words appear:<br>"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:<br>Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"<br>Nothing beside remains: round the decay<br>Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,<br>The lone and level sands stretch far away.|Percy Bysse Shelley}}</option>
 
<option>{{Quote|Hear your fate, O dwellers in [[Wikipedia:Sparta|Sparta]] of the wide spaces;<br>Either your famed, great town must be sacked by [[Wikipedia:Persian Empire|Perseus' sons]],<br>Or, if that be not, the whole land of Lacedaemon<br>Shall mourn the death of a king of the house of Heracles,<br>For not the strength of lions or of bulls shall hold him,<br>Strength against strength; for he has the power of Zeus,<br>And will not be checked till [[Wikipedia:Leonidas|one]] of these two he has consumed.|Oracle of Delphi.}}</option>
 
<option>{{Quote|Evolution is an illusion, a name we give for the passage of time. Nothing changes. Nothing innovates. Throughout time, all that happens is that the universe remains constant, eternal...stagnant. And so we imagine that it improves, and by imagining it we make it so. It is the ultimate self-deception...because it is true. We try to innovate. We try to invent. And in our ignorance, we forget that all has been done before - by the Forerunners, or the Precursors, or by ''their'' predecessors. Our presence, our actions and their consequences, are ultimately irrelevant. When we are dead, our kind long since turned to dust, the universe will still remain, an impartial, unmoving and unforgiving monument to all our sins.|Qur’a 'Morhek, Sangheili philosopher.}}</option>
 
<option><center>'''''The Flood'''''<br>{{Quote|Blood has been harder to dam back than water.<br>Just when we think we have it impounded safe<br>Behind new barrier walls (and let it chafe!),<br>It breaks away in some new kind of slaughter.<br>We choose to say it is let loose by the devil;<br>But power of blood itself releases blood.<br>It goes by might of being such a flood<br>Held high at so unnatural a level.<br>It will have outlet, brave and not so brave.<br>weapons of war and implements of peace<br>Are but the points at which it finds release.<br>And now it is once more the tidal wave<br>That when it has swept by leaves summits stained.<br>Oh, blood will out. It cannot be contained.|'''[http://en.wikipedia.com/wiki/Robert_Frost Human author]'''}}</option>
 
<option><center>'''''Fire and Ice'''''</center>{{Quote|Some say the world will end in fire,<br>Some say in ice.<br>From what I've tasted of desire<br>I hold with those who favor fire.<br>But if it had to perish twice,<br>I think I know enough of hate<br>To say that for destruction ice<br>Is also great<br>And would suffice.|Robert Frost}}</option>
 
<option>'''''Thermopylae'''''<br>{{Quote|Let honor be to those in whose life<br>It was set to guard Thermopylae.<br>Never moving away from duty;<br>Just and equals in all of their acts<br>But with sadness and compassion<br>Brave once they are rich and when<br>They are poor, again brave<br>Coming to aid as much as they can;<br>Always speaking the truth<br>But without hate for those who lie.<br><br>And even more honor they deserve<br>When its predicted (and many predict)<br>That Ephialtes will appear in the end<br>And the Medes will finally pass through|'''[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kavafis Human Author]'''}}</option>
 
<option>{{Quote|When you speak of your heroes, of your Thermopylae, your Leonidas, your Spartans, where are the brave others? Where are the Phocians and the Locrians, who gave heir lives in the defence of their own towns? What of the Thespians, who stayed knowing of certain death to aid those Spartans? What of Demophilus? What of the thousands of courageous Persians who were slaughtered by the Greeks? Of Abrocomes and Hyperanthes, and Hydarnes, who fell fighting? Do they get no acknowledgement? Do they not deserve some small part of the honour and glory that is rightfully theirs?|Qur’a 'Morhek, Sangheili philosopher.}}</option>
 
<option><center>'''''Mending Wall'''''</center>{{Quote|Something there is that doesn't love a wall,<br>That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,<br>And spills the upper boulders in the sun;<br>And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.<br>The work of hunters is another thing:<br>I have come after them and made repair<br>Where they have left not one stone on a stone,<br>But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,<br>To please the yelping dogs.  The gaps I mean,<br>No one has seen them made or heard them made,<br>But at spring mending-time we find them there.<br>I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;<br>And on a day we meet to walk the line<br>And set the wall between us once again.<br>We keep the wall between us as we go.<br>To each the boulders that have fallen to each.<br>And some are loaves and some so nearly balls<br>We have to use a spell to make them balance:<br>'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'<br>We wear our fingers rough with handling them.<br>Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,<br>One on a side.  It comes to little more:<br>There where it is we do not need the wall:<br>He is all pine and I am apple orchard.<br>My apple trees will never get across<br>And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.<br>He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'<br>Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder<br>If I could put a notion in his head:<br>'Why do they make good neighbors?  Isn't it<br>Where there are cows?  But here there are no cows.<br>Before I built a wall I'd ask to know<br>What I was walling in or walling out,<br>And to whom I was like to give offense.<br>Something there is that doesn't love a wall,<br>That wants it down.'  I could say 'Elves' to him,<br>But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather<br>He said it for himself.  I see him there<br>Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top<br>In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.<br>He moves in darkness as it seems to me,<br>Not of woods only and the shade of trees.<br>He will not go behind his father's saying,<br>And he likes having thought of it so well<br>He says again, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'|Robert Frost}}</option>
 
<option><center>'''''Nothing Gold Can Stay'''''</center>{{Quote|Nature's first green is gold,<br>Her hardest hue to hold.<br>Her early leaf's a flower;<br>But only so an hour.<br>Then leaf subsides to leaf.<br>So Eden sank to grief,<br>So dawn goes down to day.<br>Nothing gold can stay.|Robert Frost}}</option>
 
<option><center>'''''Once By The Pacific'''''</center>{{Quote|The shattered water made a misty din.<br>Great waves looked over others coming in,<br>And thought of doing something to the shore<br>That water never did to land before.<br>The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,<br>Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.<br>You could not tell, and yet it looked as if<br>The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,<br>The cliff in being backed by continent;<br>It looked as if a night of dark intent<br>Was coming, and not only a night, an age.<br>Someone had better be prepared for rage.<br>There would be more than ocean-water broken<br>Before God's last 'Put out the Light' was spoken.|Robert Frost}}</option>
 
<option><center>'''''Acquainted With The Night'''''</center>{{Quote|I have been one acquainted with the night.<br>I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.<br>I have outwalked the furthest city light.<br>I have looked down the saddest city lane.<br>I have passed by the watchman on his beat<br>And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.<br><br>I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet<br>When far away an interrupted cry<br>Came over houses from another street,<br><br>But not to call me back or say good-bye;<br>And further still at an unearthly height,<br>One luminary clock against the sky<br><br>Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.<br>I have been one acquainted with the night.|Robert Frost}}</option>
 
<option><center>'''''The Road Not Taken'''''</center>{{Quote|Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,<br>And sorry I could not travel both<br>And be one traveler, long I stood<br>And looked down one as far as I could<br>To where it bent in the undergrowth;<br><br>Then took the other, as just as fair,<br>And having perhaps the better claim,<br>Because it was grassy and wanted wear;<br>Though as for that the passing there<br>Had worn them really about the same,<br><br>And both that morning equally lay<br>In leaves no step had trodden black.<br>Oh, I kept the first for another day!<br>Yet knowing how way leads on to way,<br>I doubted if I should ever come back.<br><br>I shall be telling this with a sigh<br>Somewhere ages and ages hence:<br>Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—<br>I took the one less traveled by,<br>And that has made all the difference.|Robert Frost}}</option>
 
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these are my fiction works so far - meaning that you can expect more (hopefully some time this year, but i'm spending time to make it '''half-decent'''!). Please don't  '''''[[wikipedia:Plagiarism|plagiarise]]''''', but if you want to contribute, or would like to use my character, just ''ask''!
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“ I welcome you to my place of solitude, weary traveller, and I bid you take shelter within this temporary sanctuary from the oncoming storm that rages outside. May the blessings of the Truth Givers be upon you and your kin if you be Sangheili or human, and may their curses follow the treacherous Jiralhanae and San'Shyuum for straying from the path the Gods set before us, and for their betrayal. The traitors have sown the seeds of their own destruction. And for them, it shall be a bitter harvest. ”

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Quotes

"When you speak of your heroes, of your Thermopylae, your Leonidas, your Spartans, where are the brave others? Where are the Phocians and the Locrians, who gave heir lives in the defence of their own towns? What of the Thespians, who stayed knowing of certain death to aid those Spartans? What of Demophilus? What of the thousands of courageous Persians who were slaughtered by the Greeks? Of Abrocomes and Hyperanthes, and Hydarnes, who fell fighting? Do they get no acknowledgement? Do they not deserve some part of the honour and glory that is rightfully theirs?"
— Qur'a 'Morhek, Sangheili philosopher.

Poems

"THE MYSTERIOUS STRANGER
Life itself is only a vision, a dream.
Nothing exists; all is a dream. God - man - the world - the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars - a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space - and you!
And you are not you - you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought. I myself have no existence; I am but a dream - your dream, creature of your imagination. In a moment you will have realized this, then you will banish me from your visions and I shall dissolve into the nothingness out of which you made me ...
I am perishing already - I am failing - I am passing away. In a little while you will be alone in shoreless space, to wander its limitless solitudes without friend or comrade forever - for you will remain a thought, the only existent thought, and by your nature inextinguishable, indestructible. But I, your poor servant, have revealed you to yourself and set you free. Dream other dreams, and better!
Strange! that you should not have suspected years ago - centuries, ages, eons, ago! - for you have existed, companionless, through all the eternities.
Strange, indeed, that you should not have suspected that your universe and its contents were only dreams, visions, fiction! Strange, because they are so frankly and hysterically insane - like all dreams: a God who could make good children as easily as bad, yet preferred to make bad ones; who could have made every one of them happy, yet never made a single happy one; who made them prize their bitter life, yet stingily cut it short; who gave his angels eternal happiness unearned, yet required his other children to earn it; who gave his angels painless lives, yet cursed his other children with biting miseries and maladies of mind and body; who mouths justice and invented hell - mouths mercy and invented hell - mouths Golden Rules, and forgiveness multiplied by seventy times seven, and invented hell; who mouths morals to other people and has none himself; who frowns upon crimes, yet commits them all; who created man without invitation, then tries to shuffle the responsibility for man's acts upon man, instead of honorably placing it where it belongs, upon himself; and finally, with altogether divine obtuseness, invites this poor, abused slave to worship him! . . .
You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks - in a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have recognized them earlier.
It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream - a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought - a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!"
— Mark Twain


My Fanfiction Works

these are my fiction works so far - meaning that you can expect more (hopefully some time this year, but i'm spending time to make it half-decent!). Please don't plagiarise, but if you want to contribute, or would like to use my character, just ask!

My Halo Fanon

Halo: Ares, my first fanfiction.

Awards

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