Halo - A Poetic Overview of the Races
Posted By: John<cobalt_fireball@yahoo.com>
Date: 6 February 2004, 4:26 PM
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HALO
Every day now I play this game,
And as of yet it has not grown lame.
You may think this cannot be true,
But this poem may enlighten you.
The Covenant kill without remorse,
So I struggle to wipe them out, of course.
The little Grunts squeal in fear and in pain
As I ambush and kill them again and again.
Those pesky Jackals can be sent flying
With a grenade and a dose of good timing.
The most troublesome are those called Elite;
Their shields make them tough to defeat.
Hunters, I've found, are easy to stop;
A few shots to their weak points and they quickly drop.
While the Covenant may be a strange group of fellows,
The Flood are like bad-ass-mutant-marshmallows.
The form with no weapon but numbers to wield
Is that of Infection; they pop on my shield.
Combat forms lurking in the shadows are scary,
When they attack from all sides things tend to get hairy.
The Carrier forms are sometimes the worst,
Especially if they sneak-up close before they burst.
The weak Sentinels are manufactured, not bred.
The Needler should read "Kills Sentinels Dead!"
The Human Marines are the best next to me,
And I dare anyone to disagree.
By now you should know the Master Chief is me,
And I gotta go 'cuz it takes me a half-hour to pee!
Damn Armor!
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