[[ I was s'posed to post?
sweatdrop Darn Ragnarok... ]]
The elevator came to a stop to the floor of the middle of the ship, where the simulation rooms where at. Walking into the room, which was not the best-lit in the world, black walls along the sides to add with the "mood" of the room, he walked over to a console and looked at it. It held the top 100, Dero coming in at fourth, Marcus at fifth. "
Time to fix that." he said. Walking over to a something that looked like one of the cryo-tubes from the first Halo, he stepped in backwards, wings folded as they wouldn't fit. The top of the simulation pod slided into place and gears locked around his head, to do two things: put him into a subconscious state and read his thoughts. The pod scanned what he was wearing and soon he was in a sort of military installation. He walked over and grabbed a battle rifle, plenty of ammunition and a grenade.
[[ how about we just use
this map for it? Good 'ole halo match.
3nodding ]]