I am Halo, and I am here to ask you a question: Is a man not entitled to kill aleins?
No, says the man in Washington. They've done nothing wrong.
No, says the man in the Vatican. Let us welcome our new alien visitors.
No, says the man in Moscow. They come in peace.
I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose...
Rapture.
A city where the artist doesn't afraid of the censors.
Where the Spartan would not be bound by petty morality.
Where the humans would not be constrained by the aleins.
With the sweat of your brow, you can be a pretty cool guy, as well.
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