User:Spartan-091

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"Aim high, but be strong enough to stand when all your aspirations come crashing down around you."

- Anonymous "And when he goes to Heaven, to Saint Peter he will tell: 'Another Marine reporting sir; I've served my time in Hell.'"

- Unknown "Only the dead have seen the end of war."

- Plato "There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses; it's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses at the shade of the sheets before all the stains, and a few more of your least favorite things."

- Panic! At the Disco "It's better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality..."

- Panic! At the Disco "Absolute power corrupts absolutely."

- Lord Acton "And if I die in a combat zone, box me up and ship me home; put me in a set of dress blues, comb my hair and shine my shoes; pin my medals upon my chest, tell my momma I did my best; Momma, Momma, don't you cry: Marine Corps motto is "Do or Die!""

- Traditional USMC Running Cadence "And I just can't look, it's killing me. They're taking control..."

- The Killers "Open up my evil eyes, because I'm Mr. Brightside!"

- The Killers "The object of war is not to die for your country. No, the object of war is to make that other poor, dumb son-of-a-bitch die for his."

- General George S. Patton



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I am an administrator and participating member of this wiki. I'm one of the less verbal admins, but I'm also one who sticks closely to the rules of this site. I also empty the garbage. So, if you get a warning from me, be aware that you may have crossed a big fat line in the sands of decency and respect. Or you marked a good article for deletion. Either way. In my spare time, I play Halo, write fiction, produce art with a graphite stick, listen to the old 21st-century band Coldplay, and often hunt flying monkeys for sport with my SRS99C-2AM rifle.

More information regarding the "real" SPARTAN-091 is located here.

I am currently working on the Post-Great War timeline of Ajax's Necros Universe, including the evolution of the ODSTs from the organization they were in 2553 to what they are "now" in the 27th Century. I have got a roleplay in the works that will help me develop both of these fronts called Mercy's Requiem. Check it out. If you're interested in my work, my personal universe is located here.

Spartan-091's Neural Link
''Hey there! I'm UNSC AI JLT 8011-10, SPARTAN-091's current (and only) AI counterpart. I know quite a lot of classified information regarding this man, but unfortunately for you, I am not about to reveal anything about his background. Why? Well, because ONI: Section III would deactivate me in a second if I did. And if, by the slightest chance, they did not, Jared-091 would. (He's so personal about this stuff...) Anyway, the declassified items you ARE allowed to read without an Alpha-Priority Security Clearance are listed below. There will be more to follow shortly, as parts of his battlelog (the victorious ones, of course) will be released to the public as UNSC recruiting propaganda. Well, I've gotta run! It has been pleasant!'' UNSC AI JLT 8011-10 "Juliet" Memory Banks: S-II Signature | Battle Log Recorder Archives | Transmission Log Archives | Weapons Test Area | S-II Signature (Real-Time Update)

Completed Articles
A universe unto itself...

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.''

Resources
Character Personality Construction Kit | Character Alignment Test | Generic UNSC Serviceman Name Creator | Unit Latin Motto Resource | Comprehensive Mary-Sue Litmus Test [http://www.youtube.com/user/CardGamesFTW#p/c/7702960E61BAFD6B/2/eWPpDjiILlM SCREW THE RULES! I HAVE MONEY!]