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Hecate

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Random thing I just thought of, do you thing the Spartan-IIs Carbide Ceramic Ossification augment also effected their teeth?

i don't think so. it's noted that the ceramic on the bones has to be very limited in order to prevent severe side-effects, and not even the more dramatic spartan skull concept art i've seen had anything on the teeth.

.....but also it might look sick as part of a character design, so

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buncha guardians

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My joke about the MRE fic being ready by this year's potluck is looking like a self fulfilling prophecy.

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not a human, not a machine

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"Numerous Pelicans shot down trying to recover the power supply for the Covenant Harvester. Fireteam Crimson searching for survivors while recovering the replacement part."

A quick edit of "Seize the Power", the third chapter of the tenth episode, Exodus.

This is the level I've been dying to show people.

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💞 & I think the AI question icon was 💉? but just in case it was wrong I’m asking about fav AI.

💞 - favourite moment in a game - I'm going to cheat. The last episode of Spartan Ops has some of the best, most insane in-game dialogue and holds some of my favorite levels. I have a video of one of them here.

And The Ark level from Halo 3 - The Forward unto Dawn swooping in, Tank Beats Everything, Chief and his chieflings, "Shipmaster, they outnumber us, three-to-one!" - "Then it is an even fight." Halo 3 is my favorite because I played thousands of hours of it. It's etched into my soul. Spartan Ops made me insane and helped me cope through the combination pandemic/grad school hell. Both are microplastics in my brain now.

Fav AI.... well, it might be obvious that Roland is my fav halo ai. I have so many posts about him it's embarrassing, but we all need hobbies.

Fret, the anxious little pyramid dumb ai is my fav for Infinite's multiplayer. Cortana is still queen of my heart and I love The Weapon, but the little yellow nuisance has bewitched me. Sure hope he's alive somewhere and we get to see him before another 7 business years pass. But without the monkey's paw curling!!!!

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microdosing being your friend by unliking and reliking a post to show i read your tags

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I rly hate the Satanic Panic & the moral panic surrounding violence in video games in the 90s, coz it's now impossible to talk about the social implications of violent video games in a realistic sense.

No, violence in video games does not create serial killers in the way most people imagine it would.

However, it's very important to notice how after 9/11, a lot of violent video games pivoted their content from silly gratuitous cartoon gore to more realistic military shooters set in the Levant from a US American lens. It's also important to notice the connection of these games & their toxic online multi-player voice chats to Gamer Gate in 2014.

It's obviously not as black & white as it was presented in the 80s & 90s, I dont think everyone who played early Call of Duty games is a white supremacist who wants to join the military to kill people in the middle east, but I think it's dangerous to pretend like video games or any media can't have an impact on the way people think about violence.

I think what makes all the difference here is how that violence is portrayed, what the message behind it is, what the motives are behind the people who crafted that message, who the victims of that violence are, how they are portrayed & the greater cultural context that surrounds it.

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how evil can we be with prompts? Flood Lasky is one if you want :o)

I MEAN I PUT MYSELF OUT THERE SO I GUESS I HAVE TO DELIVER

Halo was a loop, isn't that what they all said? That it was inevitable to repeat itself, never escaping, never reaching out only to to find yourself right where it began. He stood there, watching as a protogravemind with Lasky's distorted features overtook the mass of what was once the bridge of the Infinity. He was sure within the writhing masses, he saw parts of several crewman that had looked terrified - that he had comforted.

"... What happened to them?" The Weapon's voice (he had to keep telling himself that it wasn't Cortana, but she had faced the Flood before with him, and she had been there - she knew the protocol if he had gotten infected).

"The Flood happened." He answered darkly, shortly.

He could have prevented all of this. If he had been brave enough to end all of this himself all those years ago, he wouldn't be on another bridge of another ship, looking at a captain that did everything he could before he was taken over.

There was something in Lasky's hand, a rock on a chain that he held so furtively. The tragedy was unbeknownst to Chief; it had been taken from Cerbulo as a token of ability to lead - to be a soldier.

To be the man that the Chief needed in that hour. It held Lasky long enough to start purging Roland, to save him from a torture that no AI should endure and yet did, watching helplessly as his friends and comrades were consumed by a virus that he couldn't stop. Lasky had the airlocks released, life support cut from infected decks as Palmer protected the captain till the very end.

The Chief reached over and closed what remained of Lasky's eyes before utilizing the ripped Sentinel beam to burn the corpse.

Axios. Till the very end.

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Cramped inside your coffin

For @raccoonings since we're attacking each other. Major character death heavily inspired by the scene with Keyes in The Flood. Also that ask I sent >:3c.

@infinityactual too if you want to be collateral. Sorry.

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The bridge was dark. That wasn't right, was he on the bridge? It nagged at his brain, but distantly. There should be feeds up on the screens; engines, life systems, troop and ship movements. Where was he in this dark? His thoughts were slow, like he was waking up and couldn't remember what he needed to do. Something was urgent - there was flashes of emotion fresh in his brain - but he felt like he was fighting the fog of cryo without the burning or nausea.

Pain was distant - negligible even. Why would cryo hurt? Had he ever experienced it? He couldn't remember; everything was so distant and thoughts came and went like dreams. Where was he - who was he?

Memories came in a rush; Lasky, Thomas. Captain, formerly XO of the UNSC Infinity. Service Number 98604-72690-TL. Emotions followed, some unfamiliar, as if he wasn't alone in his head. That's strange. The emotions welled up like a pressure pulsing in his head, as if a storm rolled in and his ears needed to pop. Instead of humid air and the smell of ozone there was just anger, all encompassing and drowning him. It wasn't his, he was a backseat passenger to something bigger and meaner than him. He had woken up and struggled, and somehow in the process caught the attention of something.

Thomas Lasky couldn't see, he couldn't move, and couldn't remember how he got here. The anger abated, making way for something else. Voices - a droning chant on the edge of his consciousness but growing louder, moving closer until it made thought and recollection near impossible. What happened? Before the drowning, there was pain, gunshots, Sarah's face, Roland's light disappearing, the ship-

The Flood.

The air had been wrong, painful to breathe, damp and full of spores. Tendrils had spread from one of the pelicans. Commandeered, brought aboard.

The memory resonates in his skull and with the surrounding biomass. His mind derails, as if he's not the one in charge of recall anymore. Flashes of faces, meetings, knowledge sifts through his mind. Codes and self-destruct sequences, containment protocol, past successes against the Parasite.

Voices that are not his rise up in mourning wails, a chorus of grief and fury at their state. Human memories that are not his own flow through this River Styx made real. Cadmon's face appears in his mind's eye next to unfamiliar faces that someone who is not him knows and misses. Tears would fall from his eyes if he could find them.

There was something singing above the voices - promises in their wordless cries. The music of the chorus changed into sermons of perpetual existence, guaranteed life free from the fear of death, unity of all. The hypnotic sway of minds turning away from grief into something else, becoming something more together.

Thoughts ebbed and flowed as the river they were in and made up and were going to be came together. Time was all they had now. Nothing could stand in the way. Victory everlasting and this new, ancient way of being came together. There was no he anymore, just one of the chorus, part of the river that eroded all. Flesh and mind and bone made into a new type of life, taken and given. The chorus quiets as the minds are made into one. Peace and salvation offered to all in this new grave, its mouth yawning wide to welcome more.

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RECKONING

INTEL 1: GALLOWS

INTEL 2: [FILE DECRYPTING…]

Official Intel released with Season 5 of the Halo Infinite Multiplayer. Found at https://www.halowaypoint.com/news/reckoning-intel

Archived - https://www.halopedia.org/Halo_Infinite_Story_%26_Intel#Season_5

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Saw someone be wrong about Spartan Ops lore but I'd die before I post in a public Halo discord server

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Fly planes with me

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I'm not responsible if this blog got you into bad media. I'm an old man yelling at clouds, if you're in the blast zone that's your fault, I rarely main-tag anything. I live in Ravenholm and y'all came here to see the spectacle