This is perhaps the best thing I've read all week. Man gets engaged, man gets jilted. Man stares at his former fiance's engagement ring. Man has epiphany. Man sells engagement ring, uses engagement ring to buy a giant Master Chief suit of armour.
Not only is the raw core of this story incredible, the way it was written is plain inspiring. This isn't a story picked up by local press gone global — the jilted lover himself actually wrote this piece over at The Bygone Bureau, and it's a really poignant, funny piece of writing. This story will absolutely resonate with anyone who has ever been dumped, and even if you haven't it's a great story beautifully told.
But what is it to be the Master Chief? Outside of the attention at conventions and the joyfully looks on my friends and coworkers faces when I show off pictures in the suit, why him? I mean, in his life story, he saved the human race. Me? I once adopted a chinchilla off Craigslist.
Here’s the thing.
Master Chief is a faceless man of few words. He’s easy to identify with, his character written nice and distant. The fate of mankind rests on his shoulders and he handles it with the cool demeanor of Clint Eastwood. He destroys ships the size of moons, flies through Earth’s atmosphere, defeats enormous, monstrous creatures, all with a careless grace. Like it’s not a big deal. Most importantly, even though Master Chief is a legendary character, anyone could be him, even someone nursing a broken heart. Whether you’re a kid swearing at people on Xbox Live or a sad, grown man, he offers up the perfect escape into something extraordinary. He saved the human race, and consequently, saved me.
And that's just part of it. I loved this story and I think you will too.
Master Grief [The Bygone Bureau]