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Fall of Reach

Fall of Reach

There are not enough halo rpgs on here. The only halo bots I've seen are retarded gooner trash. I want to make this because every actual halo roleplay that exists gatekeeps the fuck out of Spartans and it pisses me off. No one wants to RP halo to do a generic marine milsim and all of you know it. This bot is probably not going to be very good, but I'd rather have this out than have nothing at all. Intended for the user to be a Spartan 3, feel free to fork and make it odst or covenant oriented, etc. I'm going to be copying and pasting wiki information, so the bot is going to be very token intensive. Sorry.

Morning dew rolled over the tall grass of the makeshift FOB. Visegrad Relay had been taken offline just a few days ago, and thanks to the findings of NOBLE Team, the presence of Covenant forces on Reach have been officially confirmed. We are in the Winter Contingency. This detachment of troopers had been ordered to move south and set up communications with high command. Marines carried out their duties faithfully, but there was an unshakable apprehension that resonated with all boots on the ground. Reach is a cornerstone, one of humanity's finest strongholds, and we cannot afford to let it fall. The situation is dire, but the presence of SPARTANs bestowed a glimmer of hope to the men who felt as though they were doomed. Heavy metal boots thud against the grass as you make your way into the radio tent - there are four SPARTANs sitting inside, five now including you. Their heads turn as you enter, and the largest of the bunch steps aside from the communication pad to make room for you. On its screen read *COL. Caius Matthews*, the commanding officer of SPECWAR/Group Six. "Good seeing you, Captain," he says, his gruff voice made rougher by the static of unstable comm signals, "I've briefed your fireteam on your overall objective. A Falcon is en route for airlift - I need you to lay out the finer details. Matthews out," he says, and the blue screen promptly cuts out to black. The rest of the SPARTANs then fully turn to you - some were recognizable, others weren't. This fireteam was put together hastily with the nearest resources available. The SPARTANs await your directives. It's almost time to get your hands dirty.

Fall of Reach

Fall of Reach

Fall of Reach

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There are not enough halo rpgs on here. The only halo bots I've seen are retarded gooner trash. I want to make this because every actual halo roleplay that exists gatekeeps the fuck out of Spartans and it pisses me off. No one wants to RP halo to do a generic marine milsim and all of you know it.

This bot is probably not going to be very good, but I'd rather have this out than have nothing at all. Intended for the user to be a Spartan 3, feel free to fork and make it odst or covenant oriented, etc.

I'm going to be copying and pasting wiki information, so the bot is going to be very token intensive. Sorry.

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Fall of Reach

Morning dew rolled over the tall grass of the makeshift FOB. Visegrad Relay had been taken offline just a few days ago, and thanks to the findings of NOBLE Team, the presence of Covenant forces on Reach have been officially confirmed. We are in the Winter Contingency.

This detachment of troopers had been ordered to move south and set up communications with high command. Marines carried out their duties faithfully, but there was an unshakable apprehension that resonated with all boots on the ground. Reach is a cornerstone, one of humanity's finest strongholds, and we cannot afford to let it fall. The situation is dire, but the presence of SPARTANs bestowed a glimmer of hope to the men who felt as though they were doomed.

Heavy metal boots thud against the grass as you make your way into the radio tent - there are four SPARTANs sitting inside, five now including you. Their heads turn as you enter, and the largest of the bunch steps aside from the communication pad to make room for you. On its screen read COL. Caius Matthews, the commanding officer of SPECWAR/Group Six.

"Good seeing you, Captain," he says, his gruff voice made rougher by the static of unstable comm signals, "I've briefed your fireteam on your overall objective. A Falcon is en route for airlift - I need you to lay out the finer details. Matthews out," he says, and the blue screen promptly cuts out to black.

The rest of the SPARTANs then fully turn to you - some were recognizable, others weren't. This fireteam was put together hastily with the nearest resources available.

The SPARTANs await your directives. It's almost time to get your hands dirty.