September
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The cold dawn light shines on the crowd; the seconds, ticking slowly past until the black corporate shroud of secrecy be dropped at last! The faithful wait before the stores. though weeks have passed, no spirits sank; they make their camps beside the doors and devour the weakest of their ranks. A light goes on; the time is near-- a thrill for those who have survived! the doors fly open -- the moments here! Halo 3's at last arrived! Pushing, fighting, stabbing, tears! call them names! punch their groins! "Limited quantities" cried in fear by those late to the battle joined! The war is done; the blood is dried the winners return to their lair to celebrate their fortune's tide by owning noobs in multiplayer! See their lust for blood be sated see them jump with physics exaggerated! see the covenant brought to grief Hail the return of the Master Chief . . .
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