User:Lordofmonsterisland/Heralds of Chaos

A number of users from Halo Fanon and Halopedia find themselves mysteriously transported into an alternate reality, a real life version of Halo multiplayer. So begins the Chaos Tournament, where anything is allowed, and the only constants are death and pain. But questions abound: How did they get here? Who is the mysterious man that spoke to them and told them that they had to fight? Must they do this? Why did it happen? But, despite these questions, the rules are simple. Kill all, and achieve victory. The goal: to be the last man standing. The prize: Immortality. Alliances will be formed, rivalries rekindled, and betrayals carried out. Who will stand victorious, and who will lie in their own blood? No one will know until the end.

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 * Lordofmonsterisland "LOMI"
 * Gender: Male
 * Description: Friendly personality, not much of a soldier, bad aim, Texan accent, quick runner
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 * SPARTAN-077 "077"
 * Gender: Male
 * Description: Social personality, Minnesotan accent, fair aim, a mostly serious person (though a goof at times), white skin
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 * SpecOps306 "SpecOps"
 * Gender: Male
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 * Grievous797 "Grievs"
 * Gender: Male
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 * CommanderTony "CT"
 * Gender: Male
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 * Location: Sandtrap
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 * Sgt. Johnson "AJ"
 * Gender: Male
 * Description: African-American, nice personality, crazy if angered, good all-arounder, buzz cut, northern accent. Loyal to a fault and will cover for those he believes deserves it. He just has a slight problem... or ability. He has excellent eyesight and hearing, and has the uncanny ability to walk normally and still sneak up behind people. Good shot, good at giving orders, and rivals CommanderTony in terms of military knowledge.
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 * Weapons: M7S SMG, BR-55HB SR
 * Subtank "Sub"
 * Gender: Female
 * Description: Oriental skin coloration, competitive, slightly tom-boyish, knows karate
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 * Spartan 501 "501"
 * Gender: Male
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 * Angel54 "Angel"
 * Gender: Female
 * Description: Skinny, Indian, blonde, hates most guys
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 * Matt-256 "Matt"
 * Gender: Male
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 * Baccus78 "Baccus"
 * Gender: Male
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 * Justanothergrunt "Grunty"
 * Gender: Male
 * Description: Tanned white skin, faster than most, coordination lacking, dark brown/blackish hair, joker, some skill at hunting, speaks with a Aussie accent, good aim, skill with blades, knows advanced field first aid.
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 * Rotaretilbo "Rot"
 * Gender: Male
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 * Ajax 013 "Ajax"
 * Gender: Male
 * Description: taller than normal, slightly more fit, hard looking face, several mental disorders, English (slightly Scottish) accent
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 * Dragonclaws "DC"
 * Gender: Male
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 * Simon rjh "Simon"
 * Gender: Male
 * Description: Quiet, decent shot, good at giving battlefield orders, friends with Ajax
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 * Halo 3 "H3"
 * Gender: Male
 * Description: Loud, sprays bullets to hit try and hit something, can't take orders, good with vehicles and grenades, and is ignored by Ajax
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 * Chiefschick "CC"
 * Gender: Female
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 * Delta-269 "Delta"
 * Gender: Male
 * Description: A fairly good Sniper, moderate Warthog driver, very friendly
 * Location:Sandtrap
 * Status:Active
 * Weapons: BR55, SRS99D, M6D

Chapter 1: So it begins.....
LOMI slowly woke up. He'd stayed up to late the night before, and felt extremely groggy this morning. As he awoke, he realized that it must be cloudy, as there was no sun shining into his eyes. He then moaned, as he heard the TV playing much too loudly. uh, he thought, Mom must be up already. But as he rolled over, he fell out of bed onto a hard concrete floor. But wasn't that impossible? He hadn't fallen that far, and his bed was a good 6 feet off the ground, and it had rails on the side. He finally opened his eyes and found himself in a room he'd never seen before in his life. It was small, the walls and floor made of concrete with a door on one wall near the corner. There was a footlocker in another corner and the cot he'd just fallen off of. He looked at himself, and found himself to be dressed in a Marine's uniform. More surprising was the fact that he looked much more in shape than he'd ever been, and also seemed a little taller. As he looked around once again, he noticed that the footlocker had his name on it. He went over to it, and opened it to find a helmet, a Magnum Pistol, and a Battle Rifle. These look like they're from Halo, he thought, But how....?. A loud noise outside the door made him stop thinking. He grabbed the guns, holstered the pistol, placed the helmet on his head and walked over to the door. Slowly, he opened it and found himself in a good-sized hall, more doors on both side. One end dead-ended into a wall, while the other was an opening into a large room. LOMI moved that way, and soon came into the room. He then realized that the noise earlier hadn't been a TV, or anything like that. In the room, he saw a group of people, all in marine uniforms. The noises had come from them. There were more than a dozen, possibly fifteen, and all were sitting around, just talking. LOMI walked closer, and as he did, they all looked up at him. "What's going on?", LOMI asked, "And who are all of you?" One of them looked up at LOMI. "First off, who are you?" He was the same height as LOMI, but obviously stronger physically. His hair was short and brown, and his face seemed to have a hard feel to it. His voice had an English accent to it, yet hinted ever so slightly at Scottish. Overall, a rather imposing person. LOMI thought for a minute, but seemed to run into a mental block. No matter how hard he tried, the only name that came to mind was LOMI. "You can't remember your real name, can you?", the Marine said, "None of us can. But go ahead and tell us your username. We'll know it." "I'm Lordofmonsterisland", he said. At this, all the others nodded and said hello and such. "I don't get it", said LOMI, "I don't even know you guys." "Yes you do", said the Marine, apparently something of a leader, "You know us from the internet. I'm Ajax." "You're..... Ajax", said LOMI, almost in an asking fashion, "And what about all of you?" The others said who they were, and LOMI soon found them all to be people he knew. SPARTAN-077 "077", SpecOps306 "SpecOps", Grievous797 "Grievs", CommanderTony "CT", Sgt. Johnson "AJ", Subtank "Sub", Spartan 501 "501", Angel54 "Angel", Matt-256 "Matt", Baccus78 "Baccus", Rotaretilbo "Rot", Justanothergrunt "Grunty", Dragonclaws "DC", Simonrjh "Simon", Halo 3 "H3", Delta-269 "Delta", Chiefschick "CC", and, of course, Ajax 013 "Ajax" and himself. "So, why are we here?", LOMI asked, "Or for that matter, what is here?" "Here is what I want it to be", said a loud voice from behind LOMI. Everyone looked in that direction to see a large disc projecting what looked like a bust of a figure. All that could be seen was the figure's shoulders and up. This figure was wearing a cloak, the hood of which covered the upper half of his head, not unlike Palpatine from Star Wars. "Who are you?", asked CommanderTony "You may call me the Overseer", said the figure, "I am the one who brought you here for this glorious contest." "Contest?", said Sgt. Johnson, "What do you mean contest?" "You were brought here for a purpose. This is the Chaos Tournament. You were chosen for your knowledge of Halo. This entire thing is based on Halo multiplayer. Outside this complex is a vast network of terrain.... upon this, you will battle to achieve victory over your foes." "Why would we do that?", asked Grievous797 "Because if you don't, you'll die anyways. True, you could all just sit here and do nothing, but you would all be killed at the end of the tournament's timeframe. And if you are the last man standing, you will receive the ultimate prize: immortality." "How can we fight in this?", asked SpecOps, "Our real bodies can't handle what's done in Halo multiplayer. Heck, I probably couldn't pick up a Rocket Launcher." "Because in case you haven't noticed, you're not exactly in your bodies. Those bodies are yours, yes, but they have been enhanced. You can run faster than before, jump higher, lifter heavier things, etc. In short, you are improved, super-humans." The others looked around, and one could almost see their brains begin to work with the understanding that they were better, and that the prize was immortality. Slowly, weapons were raised at each other, more defensively than anything else. "Go ahead and shoot", said the Overseer, "You can't die here. The game has yet to begin. But, we have delayed it too long. Let the Chaos Tournament begin! May the strongest survive!" Bright lights surrounded all the contestants, and within a few seconds, they had disappeared. They would end up who knows where in the battlefield, their chances of survival hinging on their mind and their will to survive. Who would come out victorious was known to none, not even the Overseer. But the real question was, would this pointless battle even be worth it?

Chapter 2:
LOMI opened his eyes and slowly got up off the ground. His mind was fuzzy, but he guessed that the Overseer must have teleported everyone away. He shook his head and got his vision straight, only to be surprised once again by another Halo-esque sight. He was standing in what looked liked Coagulation. LOMI pulled his Battle Rifle from his back and walked towards the nearby base. He entered through the bottom, being extra careful, but realized quickly that there was no one else in the base. He picked up the few frag grenades laying on the floor, then took the grav lift up. Uh, makes me sick, he thought as he rode it up, feeling like his stomach went up into his neck. He picked up another pistol and holstered it on his other thigh, then noticed something new that he'd never seen before. In the wall was a door, with a field of red energy flowing from one to the other in the middle. It was obviously a teleporter, the kind from Halo 1, but it was a different color than those ones. LOMI looked at it, his curiosity rising. Where did it go? Did it lead to something that could give him an edge in this battle? But what if it was really a death trap? For several minutes, questions and thoughts fought over LOMI's decision, but his curiosity soon won out. Slowly, he edged towards it. He reached his hand out, then pulled it back before it entered the doorway. He checked his weapons to make sure they were loaded and secure, trying to find a way to stall and convince himself against going into it. But it didn't work, and he finally just closed his eyes and charged into it. He opened his eyes as he heard gunfire and felt running water. He looked around to find himself in the river in Battle Creek, in one of the small caves, the doorway behind him and another across the canyon in the other cave. LOMI kept down and watched as he saw Grunty shooting at Ajax. Ajax dodged the shots as did Grunty, but Grunty's bullets came closer fewer times. A stray bullet glanced across Grunty's cheek, cutting it and letting blood begin to run down it. LOMI contemplated what he should do; should he stay hidden? Should he help Grunty? Should he help Ajax? Should he kill them both? LOMI struggled with the decision until one of Ajax's bullets hit Grunty's arm. Grunty was forced to drop his weapon, and the pain took him to the ground. He clutched his arm, and LOMI could see the blood oozing out. Abuse, war, fights; such things had always roused LOMI's anger when they were real, sometimes even when they weren't. And seeing Grunty hurt by Ajax infuriated LOMI; it was more than enough to force him into action. LOMI moved forward quickly as Ajax pointed his gun at Grunty. "I'm sorry", LOMI heard Ajax say, "But I've gotta do this". LOMI's thoughts echoed this exactly. LOMI aimed at Ajax, and fired.

CommanderTony looked across the barren landscape that he knew as Sandtrap.

To be finished soon.