They we are... The prison of elders. Level 34, fighting skolas, kell of kells. "Get to the back!" Screams Xx_pussyXslayer_xX. I pull out my ghost, his blue single eye glaring me through the screen. "ARGH!" I hear xXfûckboi_Xx yell as Skolas kills him. Then I see it. The red bar... Of death. My mic cuts out- lightning swirls and crackles around the room, as "connecting to destiny servers" pops up. "No! We're done! We're all gonna die!" I yell, oy knees, sobbing. I hear a soft chuckle from an unknown source. [i]"not today."[/i] And then he appeared. [i]smoggypluto has joined your fireteam.[/i] That's not possible! We were already a full team! I see him approach my guardian, Gjallahorn mounted on his glorious shoulder. He reaches out, out of the screen, and forcefully rips out the red connection bar from my gamer tag. I am stunned. He proceeds to physically grab the server warning bar, loading it into his mighty gjallahorn. He fired the mighty projectiles into the mines we were meant to dismantle, destroying them instantly. Slowly, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a snickers bar from the mighty clothing. He loads it into his gjallahorn before jumping into the air, doing a full 360 and I hear a soft murmur of "Snickerpack rounds, bitch" Skolas was instantly vaporised. [i]"get some nuts"[/i] he said briskly, before leading us to the mighty treasures of the reef- our greatest reward. Smoggy stands proud before us all, breathes in slowly, and proceeds to urinate on the large chest. "Become legend, guardian". Then he was gone, as quickly as he came. We all recieved gjallahorns from the large, urine-coated chest; one void, one solar, and one arc. [i]all hail Smoggypluto[/i] -from the book of a Spartan laser. (Open)