Just wondering what happened to you? I miss reading your stories. I hope you are well.

Some 4th wall shit here.

CARTHAGO DELENDA EST

Not sure if I left any reviews for this one. . . I was just wondering where did you go? I know real life happens, interest wanes, and lots of stories are left unfinished. In any case, I've truly enjoyed reading your Halo stories, and wish you well.

sulou

congradulations. you spent 200k words to tell a 40k story.

And so I come to the current point in the story, man to imagine things will get even stranger... oh boy.

Chances are I will be reading the earlier stories to this when I get the chance, but I must say that this story has thus far has been truly something. Blending your personal philosophy and outlook in an incredibly mature, grim and engaging story. What I at first thought to be a political thriller has morphed into something bigger and has not even faltered when the new subplots were introduced. A thriller drama with a (unhealthy?) dose of cosmic horror and mystery at the side.

Did I mention your metaphysical philosophy and outlook? That you have managed to weave that effortlessly into this story, going as far as to break the fourth wall. And it makes the story so much better due to its importance to the story and how it makes it all the more self-consistent. You have achieved something with this alone that no story I have read has ever done.

That you have done this while taking the existing Halo material and weaving your own vision and interpretation into it is a masterful act.

I could say more, but alas I am not educated and intelligent enough to express what I see and have experienced. I look forward to more patiently and will begin reading more soon.

Not only does John have a thousand forms, we see Blue Team through out history as well. And the hunt for Walter continues.

I really liked this chapter in particular. Visceral, emotional and vivid in its own way.

A small fourth wall break, death and now the tales of John's past actions against Walter.

All in a days work in your stories.

It is hard to express my admiration for this chapter. Masterfully written and paced, with John now being confronted by the Devil, an omniscient entity in his own right. And powerful did you make him.

I must say that I really like how you had Walter force John to confront his own crimes and get him to react like that.

Apples, crucifixtion, and a lovecraftian hell. And now the Devil, oh boy.

You really set up the pace of John's march toward the artifact well. The environment it was held it, described as a place containing imagery that I struggle to comprehend and visualize.

And what happened when he opened the lid... just wow as always. Visceral and scary.

Goddammit people like Hoya are the worst. It is a wonder he was even selected to be a Spartan.

That dream sequence, powerful and vivid. As one expects from you.

Multiverses, fourth-wall straddling and compelling. One would think that given how dangerous that artifact was that taking it and outright destroying it through other means would be preferable.

And now it has been lost in the rubble, great going guys.

Oh boy the Artifacts travels through the multiverse. I can see thing building up to something.