The Spartan, Master Chief, has found another in this strange world. While I believe that we must all band together so that we might find our way to our respective homes, I cannot help but feel betrayed. Master Chief's omittance of his conversations has brought back recent memories of how the Prophets and the Jiralhanae have decieved my people ( Read more... )

Guh. The humans are celebrating some holiday. Somehow, I get the feeling that some are using it as an excuse to get intoxicated and act like complete imbeciles. I shall take no part in it.

The stars. They are so clear and bright in this cold. I believe I shall walk about campus and enjoy the night sky.

Hm. I have researched this paintball...war...thing. An interesting concept. The idea of having non-combatants fight with each other as though they were all soldiers is intriguing. I believe that this calls for some, ah, field researchI notice that the Spartan has decided to partake in this as well. This shall be a grand challenge; now we shall so ( Read more... )

A paintball war? What manner of war is that?

Considering the enthusiasm of some students, I expect that this will be different from the wars I have left behind.

A Demon is on campus. The human named Spartan. *clacks mandibles* I don't know what this means, but I pray to the Forerunners that I will find out soon.

This place... It seems to have an adverse effect on me. I've only been here a few days and my twitch has returned. *clacks mandibles* I dread to see how it will be after my first class.

Guh. Humans. I learned their language so that I may be able to translate the primitive messages they send to each other, not to teach them.

*clacks mandibles* But... If some were willing to help the Arbiter, I suppose they can't all be bad.

((Testing, testing, one two...))