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Content Rating Notice:  Recommended for Readers 18 Years and Older Only
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Slave to the Covenant
You, a young Spartan, have been taken prisoner by the Covenant. How will they torture you?
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This is an interactive story containing 8 chapters. Each chapter tells part of the story and (usually) ends with multiple choices. Click on a choice and you'll be lead to the next chapter in your story. When you reach a chapter that hasn't been written yet, you will have the option to write it! Don't be shy... make an addition!
About This Interactive
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The backstory:

[Insert your name here] was just another FNG in the UNSC. It was a time where the Covenant was your mortal enemies; not too long ago was Carter's message of the Winter Contingency. You were immediately flung into the front lines in a city south of Mombasa. This city, customly named Neyruno, was infested with countless battalions of Covenant soldiers. You were hell-bent on killing as many of them as possible. Armed with your Shotgun and dual Magnums, you sprinted out from behind the lines, where thirty or so Spartans were aimlessly firing their Assault Rifles and DMRs. Your objective: to eliminate the oncoming force's commanding officer. Sneaking around the flank of the Covenant battalion, you caught sight of your potential prize: a Field Marshall conversing strategy with a band of Generals and Zealots. Just when you were about to arm a Plasma Grenade you picked up, something hit you over the head. You passed out, and felt yourself getting dragged away, the sight of those Sangheili officials in your line of fire mocking you. You pass out before seeing who it was that knocked you out.
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Rules:

What is allowed:
Macro/Micro
Feet
Soft crush
Vore of any kind
Normal story
Language

What is NOT allowed:
Gay/Lesbian
Sex/Rape
Hard crush
Out of story Referances/Characters
One-line chapters
Sudden endings
Racially unjust words
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