So today was a little weird. Those simulation troopers that I've been staying with just decided to up and attack a UNSC supply depot. They asked if I wanted to come along. I have nothing against the UNSC, but sometimes blowing stuff up can be fun. So I went with them.
That's me and Buckey and Surge being all stealthy and stuff as we get ready to take out the UNSC guys. It was actually pretty cool. I felt super-badass, sneaking around and planting bombs and stuff. Then we set them off.
As far as I can tell, most of UNSC soldiers were wiped out by the initial blasts. Those that survived were taking out by the Blues and Reds shortly afterward. Buckey's pretty good with a knife. And then Temple landed.
He's such a drama queen though. Flying in all dramatic-like, and then landing all dramatic-like, and then walking out all dramatic-like.
When he got blood all over his armor, he took his helmet off and dropped it to the ground. A calling card of sorts. But lemme say this - he's not exactly a handsome fellow. To the rest of the group, this was probably a normal occurrence. But I felt out of place. So I just kinda broke off from the Blues and Reds and did my own thing. They left without me, but I didn't care.
After that, the crime scene was pretty active. Bomb squad, soldiers, investigators, and reporters all flocked to the scene. I was questioned and detained at the site for while. One ballsy reporter managed to sneak onto the scene do get the exclusive or something. I tried to stay out of her way for the most part, but sadly I appeared on Interstellar Daily within hours of the incident.
Yup. There's me. Scratching my arse. And it's seen by billions of people around the galaxy. Flippin' great. Mom would be proud.
Whelp. Now I'm left in a big city with no place to go. I keep hearing about some raves and conventions held out in some place called Blood Gulch Canyon. I think I might go check it out. It's been a while since I've had a little fun. Maybe I'll meet a nice girl, too.