The oldest and crustiest of the Bungie crew, having been chained to their desks in the Bungie dungeons, slaving away since the days when video games weren't even in color. If you get too close, you can catch the faint odor of Depends, that quietly whispers "respect my authoritay'."

Old Skool is so rad, it even gets to spell its name with a 'K' which as everyone knows, is pretty hip. Middle School has to use the plain old "ch." Old Skool Bungie guys have been here for a long time - since before Halo, and that makes them hardcore, as well as Old Skool. If you need to know why wearing Adidas and driving a Subaru Brat is cool - these are the guys to ask.

What can you say about Middle School that hasn't been said before? Everything! These men (and no women) of mystery carefully straddle the line between youth and experience - a delicate balancing act requiring vigor and agility, tempered with gravitas and responsibility! Actually, Middle School is the least attractive place to be, when you were a Newbie, you were excited and when you're Old School, well, that just sounds cool. Middle School - the purgatory of Bungie ranking.

Though they may be a little wet behind the ears, the young and agile Newbies keep their crusty elders on their toes by barking playfully and leaping at their masters to beg for scraps. When they're not dominating in tests of physical prowess in the Summer Pentathlon, the Newbies are called upon to wipe the dribble from the mouths of the Grizzleds and make sure they take their meds on time. Or so it seems. In truth, the Newbies are a race of hyperintelligent megabeings who are simply taking advantage of their apparent youth and candor to lull the senile old giffers into a false sense of security. Soon, the universe will be crushed in a gauntlet of steel. A gauntlet worn without mercy, by the Newbies.