Halo 3

A tale of Hardship....
A tale of Loss....
A tale of somewhat....
Sand Woes....

I rode my grand-a-beeg across the dunes until I finally reached EB, the video game store I had been seeking. My goal was to reach it by midnight to partake in the launch of the final chapter in the Halo Trilogy.

I entered into the crowd, Halo fans from across the entire galaxy had assembled to witness the spectacle. There was much excitement as all the geeks began to fester on their skin and holes appeared with boils and blood seeping from all gashes and some writing tentacles lashed out within them.

There was a roar as the copies of the game were brought forward, the geeks all began a chant and banged battle drums and began taking all their clothes off and some were beginning to run against one another which created electrical sparks. The atmosphere was electric, but then out of nowhere, A GRAND SAND SCARAB BEETLE ERUPTED FROM THE SANDS! "LOOK!" cried one of the geeks "its a scarab from Halo 2!" The grand sand scarab lashed out its spined tongue and imapled him then slid him within its slimey jaws and smiled.

The Grand Sand Scarab feasted upon all of those at the Halo 3 Launch, except for me. But alas my torture and suffering was far greater, for the next millenia I was sentenced to ride the Grand Sand Scarab Beetle. Through the abyss's of time we would ride, into the fires and into the stars. Forever.