[edit] Spartan-091's Neural Link

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[edit] UNSC MISSION LOG XY-9342 - SPARTAN-091 RECORDING OF BATTLE OF MANHEIM

He stood, muscles tensed, gray eyes darting. The dark soil of this planet caked his boots; a cool breeze stirred the ashes at his feet, remnants of what had once been a bustling city full of people. Off to his right, a fire burned; black fingers of smoke tore at the blue sky overhead, clutching at the cloudless expanse. The dead steel skeletons of the charred buildings groaned and pinged as the ravenous flames licked at them. The harsh chatter of automatic weapons fire echoed through the devastated ruins, accomanied occasionally by the dull explosion of a fragmentation grenade. Glass from collapsed spacescrapers littered the ground, diamond-like points that glimmered in the sunlight. Overturned automobiles lay helter-skelter on the blasted highway, evidence of the hurried escape the citizens had effected. Rising above the wreckage was the slender thread of the Chester Nimitz Memorial Space Elevator, stretching high up into the atmosphere. the roar of a passing atmospheric craft broke the super-soldier's trance. He raised his weapon; pulling back the action, he cycled a new round into the assault rifle's chamber. The bolt snapped back with a metallic clack. His gloved hands gripped the rifle tightly. He stared into the dusty haze ahead of him, his enhanced vision clarifying the blurred outlines of dead soldiers slumped against makeshift barricades. Behind the polarized visor of his helmet, his eyes hardened and his jaw muscles tightened. They would pay for this destruction. The sun reflected off of his olive drab armor, armor that was scratched, scarred, and pitted from countless battles. Oh yes, he promised as he headed towards the fray, they would pay. Because he was a SPARTAN, and SPARTANs never died.

[edit] The Downward Spiral of Madness

Read this. Someone needs to help this kid, or at least find him help. He has been through a lot, and has unfortunately resorted to taking out his frustration at his inability to control the world around on the users of the website that he admins on. I understand the situation he is going through, but I feel that he could use some professional counseling. If anyone knows how to get in contact with his mother or a counselor near him, please do not hesitate to do so. Don't understand why? Read.

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