We're sorry. But no one likes WMG. They always mess something up. Like they did to the Halo Legends Babysitter Trailer.
We're sorry guys. But blame WMG.
But as we previously said, we WILL post more Halo Legends.
And the fact that we had no Videos in the past.. month.. Is that lots of things
are happening at the moment, and it takes a lot of time just to plan.
THERE IS some good news.
We'll be uploading some CoD Montages, and other cool stuff.
Theres a chance that there WILL be commentary.
So, stay tuned ;)
~Zealot~
-Illusion
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
The Elites - Introduction
So I decided I ( Zealot ) would write a book. So here's a short introduction.
Introduction
2098\1400 hours\location unknown\F.F. HQ\
General Frederickson – or Gen. Fred – stood in his office looking outside, into space. Fredrickson – his first name James – was the General of the F.F. (Freedom Fighters). It was a large group; it could hardly be called a group. They had almost one million soldiers, two thousand scientists, and many more officers, spies etc. The United Nations had been broken with wars in the East, attacks in the west; terrorist groups had formed all around the world. The United States, and – strangely – the soviets had come together, to “get world peace established”. But we knew what they wanted, world domination. They would stop at nothing to get it, and in the end they would fight for it.
Seeing what was happening, a group of rebels had formed, they called themselves the F.F. they only had about a thousand then. They called themselves a freedom group, but for a while they had to act like a terrorist group. Eventually, people started to join, and they managed to establish a base on a large island. Setting up amazing defenses, they secured the island, they called themselves: The Alliance. The Alliance didn’t care about the F.F. they ignored them, thought of them as no serious threat. But that was a mistake, they were growing, soon they would start to gain more land, slowly, but surely. They’ve had many losses but they will succeed, no matter what.
A voice startled James out of his thoughts, “Sir, it’s time.”
James turned. There was a man standing in the doorway, he was wearing a uniform with only one Iron Cross on it. I recognized him as Corporal Tim.
“Okay Tim,” James told the Corporal. James had been dreading this day, the funeral of one of his closest friends, and excellent strategist Lieutenant General White. “I’m on my way.”
_____________________________________________________________________________________That's the beginning it might be a little messed up because it's copy and past.
Introduction
2098\1400 hours\location unknown\F.F. HQ\
General Frederickson – or Gen. Fred – stood in his office looking outside, into space. Fredrickson – his first name James – was the General of the F.F. (Freedom Fighters). It was a large group; it could hardly be called a group. They had almost one million soldiers, two thousand scientists, and many more officers, spies etc. The United Nations had been broken with wars in the East, attacks in the west; terrorist groups had formed all around the world. The United States, and – strangely – the soviets had come together, to “get world peace established”. But we knew what they wanted, world domination. They would stop at nothing to get it, and in the end they would fight for it.
Seeing what was happening, a group of rebels had formed, they called themselves the F.F. they only had about a thousand then. They called themselves a freedom group, but for a while they had to act like a terrorist group. Eventually, people started to join, and they managed to establish a base on a large island. Setting up amazing defenses, they secured the island, they called themselves: The Alliance. The Alliance didn’t care about the F.F. they ignored them, thought of them as no serious threat. But that was a mistake, they were growing, soon they would start to gain more land, slowly, but surely. They’ve had many losses but they will succeed, no matter what.
A voice startled James out of his thoughts, “Sir, it’s time.”
James turned. There was a man standing in the doorway, he was wearing a uniform with only one Iron Cross on it. I recognized him as Corporal Tim.
“Okay Tim,” James told the Corporal. James had been dreading this day, the funeral of one of his closest friends, and excellent strategist Lieutenant General White. “I’m on my way.”
_____________________________________________________________________________________That's the beginning it might be a little messed up because it's copy and past.
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