I was larping at a halo event the other week when our eyes locked across the game zone.
Her armor was red, her visor had the sheen of lust about it. With imaginary rounds flying around us we made for a shed. She wanted to keep the costume on so we did. I never saw her again, she disappeared into the treeline under a hail of pretend fire :(
I wonder if she survived.
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