[url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Attack-of-the-Alts-A-Floodian-Epic/en/Forum/Post?id=63546072#referred-OffTopic]The Prelude[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-One-Confinement-Attack-of-the-Alts/en/Forum/Post?id=63553629#referred-OffTopic]Chapter One: Confinement[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Two-Surprise-Attack-of-the-Alts/en/Forum/Post?id=63580047#referred-OfficerNasty]Chapter Two: Surprise![/url] [u]Chapter Three: The Mansion[/u] “WHO ARE YOU, AND WHAT DO YOU WANT?” questioned the massive Lekgolo standing in Gatsby’s mansion. “We’re travelers hoping to use the mountain pass behind this mansion.” Replied Officer Nasty. “Please tell me that you’re somehow a mutated Gatsby.” “GATSBY? YOU MEAN THAT PUNY HUMAN OVER THERE?” The Lekgolo turns and points to a sobbing, middle aged man sitting on a couch across the room. “NO, MY NAME IS LITTLE COWPIE. YOU MAY USE THE MOUNTAIN PASS, BUT I MUST MAKE SURE YOU ARE NOT AN ALT.” “Okay, fine. But can you please lower your voice? There’s no need to yell.” “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I’M NOT YELLING.” Officer Nasty could feel his eardrums bursting from every word this obnoxious Lekgolo exclaims. “Whatever, do what you have to do. Quietly!” “AS YOU WISH. ARE YOU OR ANY OF YOUR FRIENDS AFFILIATED WITH JOHN CENA?” Each of the group members look at each other and shake their heads. “WHAT ABOUT HIM?” Little Cowpie points at Rampant, who is twitching violently and foaming from the mouth. “HE SURE LOOKS LIKE ONE OF THOSE BLOODTHIRSTY ALTS.” “Trust me, he’s okay.” Replied BaconShelf. “You wouldn’t happen to have some medications, would you? I’d love to not have to drag this nutcase around with a leash anymore.” “I’M NOT SURE, ASK THE BARTENDER. YOU HUMANS CAN COME IN NOW.” Little Cowpie fully opens the door and moves out of the way so the group can enter. “BUT IF YOU START ANY TROUBLE, I’LL HAVE TO HURT YOU.” The group slowly walked into the grand mansion, containing a full bar with a robotic bartender, a living area where Gatsby was located, and a second story with a good number of bedrooms. “Officer Nasty, can we [i]pleeeease[/i] stay here and relax for a little bit?” Greene pleaded. “We just had to walk for over three hours, I think we deserve a rest!” “I need a drink…” said BaconShelf. “You and me both.” said Hawke. He stopped and thought for a few seconds before giving an answer. “You’re right, I think some rest would be good,” replied Officer Nasty. “We’ll leave in about an hour.” The group headed towards the bar while Officer Nasty, still worried about the sobbing Gatsby, went to comfort him. As Nasty approached him, he raised his head out of his soaked hands but the sulking continued. “What do you want from me, old sport?” said Gatsby with a concerning tone. Officer Nasty sat next to the troubled Gatsby and put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m concerned about your sadness.” Said Nasty. “Is it because these Lekgolos took over your place and turned it into a Fun House?” “No, I don’t give a damn about them,” Gatsby replied while holding back tears. “It’s my dear Daisy. I haven’t seen her in weeks. She must be dead, I’m sure of it! And before you ask, no, I don’t want your help. Now leave me be!” Gatsby pushed Nasty’s hand off his shoulder and turned away, tears continuing to pour from his eyes. “Suit yourself.” Nasty got up and moved over to another chair, where he sat down, laid his head on the headrest, and closed his eyes. At the other end of the mansion, the rest of the group was sitting at the bar enjoying drinks together. Hawke put his glass of rum down and looked around in confusion. “Hey, where’s Rampant?” He asked. BaconShelf immediately turned to Hawke and pointed to the corner of the room, where a slumbering Rampant was tied to a pillar. “I didn’t want to hold him anymore, so I poured a whole bottle of Jack Daniel’s down his throat in hopes that it would calm him down. Heh, looks like it worked!” said BaconShelf. Smiggles and Greene were located at a separate table from Hawke and BaconShelf, accompanied by two travelers from the North, who were wearing moose-skin hats and enjoying tall glasses of maple syrup. “So, tell us about yourselves!” said Smiggles intuitively. “Yeah,” said Greene, “and tell us why you’re wearing those goofy hats.” One of the Northerners took a quick sip of his maple syrup and replied with an accent unfamiliar to the girls. “Eh, my name is CND, and this is my friend TBlocks.” TBlocks responded with a quick “Eh” combined with a nod. “We’re from Support City, a little ways North from Flood.” “What are you doing down here?” Greene asked. CND put down his maple syrup and explained. “Well, we always make a trek down here; Gatsby serves the best maple syrup in all the land.” Smiggles and Greene both nodded their heads in fascination. “However, when JOHN CENA nuked our city, we loaded up our dogsleds and came down here for shelter and maple syrup, eh.” “Interesting,” Said Smiggles. “How would you like to join us? We’re in a group called ‘The Flood’s Salvation,’ and we’re going to remove JOHN CENA from existence once and for all.” “We really could use some extra help!” Persisted Greene. “Eh, no thanks.” Replied CND. “Yeah, we like it here. It’s safe and we get free maple syrup whenever we want.” Added TBlocks. “Plus, we aren’t really fighters. Even though our city’s primary sport is hockey, we share a peaceful heritage. Sorry, eh.” Before the girls could reply, there was a loud crash at the front door. There were a few vicious knocks, followed by a monstrous figure that kicked down the door, awaking Officer Nasty from his rest. Once the dust settled, Officer Nasty identified the intruder as Vien Quitonm, the most infamous Sangheili in Bungie. “Cowpie!” shouted Vien at the top of his Sangheili lungs. “Come out where I can see you, you little whore!” Little Cowpie and his two Lekgolo mates emerged from his quarters due to the ruckus caused by Vien. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING HERE, VIEN? THIS IS MY HOUSE NOW!” Cowpie raised his fuel rod cannon and primed it. “We took this house together and had a happy life, but you ruined it when I caught you mating with a Sangeheili hooker!” Exclaimed Vien. “CAN’T YOU SEE THAT I DON’T HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU ANYMORE? PLUS, I DIDN’T EVEN ENJOY OUR MATING SESSIONS!” Vien’s face began to fume with rage as he withdrew his energy sword. “You take that back!” Vien commanded. “WHY DON’T YOU COME OVER HERE AND MAKE ME, GRUNT?” Vien let out a monstrous battle cry and charged at Cowpie and his two mates, dodging fire from their fuel rod cannons. He jumped above the first mate and sliced off his head, before ducking under the attack of the other mate and stabbing him in the chest, piercing his heart. Vien took a swing at Cowpie but only connected with the Lekgolo’s shield, which caused the sword to slip from his hands. The two former lovers wrestled to the ground and relentlessly pounded each other with painful blows, causing a mix of purple and orange blood to spew around the room. Smiggles, Greene, Hawke, and BaconShelf bolted towards Officer Nasty, who was directing them towards the back door leading to the mountain pass. Before they could leave, Gatsby emerged from his somber state and grabbed Officer Nasty. “Wait!” pleaded Gatsby. “I’m sorry for pushing you away, I appreciate your concern for me. If you really want to help, help me find Daisy. Here, have this.” Gatsby reached into his pocket and handed Officer Nasty a crumpled photograph. “If you see her, please tell her to come back to me.” “Will do,” said Officer Nasty, as he directed his attention towards the group. “Let’s get out of here!” The group ran towards the back door, swung it open, and slammed it shut behind them. Vien and Cowpie continued to beat each other senseless, while CND and TBlocks were cowering under their table, and Rampant was left tied to the pillar remaining fast asleep. [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Four-The-Mountain-Pass-Attack-of-the-Alts/en/Forum/Post?id=63616181#referred-OffTopic]Chapter Four: The Mountain Pass[/url]