On the 25th day of November, all normal day to day activities will come to a halt in lieu of picking up the newest novel based off the Halo Universe. In a world wide exclusive, Robotronic Dynamite! has been granted permission to post the prologue from the tome most anticipated by literary critics this year.
Space Year 2506
22 hundred hours
Planet Epsilon 4
The Spartan strode around the death and destruction in a manner that was bad ass even for a Spartan. Around him were the dead bodies of many Elites. Blue, red, white, and other ones you haven't seen in the games. One of the bodies twitched and the Spartan pulled his gun from his gun holder.
Bang.
Head shot.
Suddenly, a giant tank attacked him from the rear. The Spartan spun around and shot him with two guns like in a John Woo movie.
"Tanks for playing," he quipped as he stuck a sticky grenade on the tank. The tank exploded.
An Elite crawled out of the top. Half of its was body gone. The Spartan pulled out his rocket launcher and shot it. Parts of it flew all over the battle field.
"You did a fine job, son," said a voice from his walkie talkie.
"Thanks, Captain Blackheart," said the Spartan.
"We need you two clicks over for a fight!" said Captain Blackheart.
"Yes, sir!" Said the Spartan. He cocked his shotgun and jumped into his warthog. No, it was a scorpion. He jumped into his scorpion and rode toward the new fight.
This is the stroy of a Spartan. A Spartan name Logan. Logan Kaine.
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