The start of a balanced, if light, review of the 360 giant and flamebait, Halo 3.
It's an early draft so any constructive criticism is welcome.
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Halo 3:
If I were to describe Halo 3 in a sentence or two I would describe it as such.
Halo 3 is essentially an arena for two bandwagons. Two giant bandwagons, full to the brim with filthy, screeching monkeys. Each of these monkeys (there are about 3 million per bandwagon) has a big pile of steaming shit in it's hand, and each time the bandwagons pass each other the monkeys will attempt to hurl their shit at the opposing team of monkeys in an attempt to... well I don't know. But that's what Halo 3 is. Projectile shit jousting.
Reviews for Halo 3 tend to fluctuate wildly between those that claim it was actually handed down to man on stone tablets at the top of a mountain during a particularly awesome dragonforce-guitar-soloesque thunderstorm to those that decry it as 'average' but with the the same expression and tone of voice one might use while muttering the words "Child rape"
"But Doctorpus!" I hear you cry, "surely neither opinion can be right because if the game was in fact the greatest achievement man can lay claim to surely everyone would love it and if it was so terrible surely no one would buy it"
Ah logic. Eat shit. A million flies can't be wrong.
But I digress. Halo 3 is just a game. It isn't the sign of the end times for first person shooters nor is it a divine artifact bestowed upon us by an all loving god, it's a decent fps and the only supernatural power it can lay claim to is the fact it can be used to sell absolutely fucking anything (Gamefuel, Jesus)
Now now. Before you start grabbing another handful of your own feces. Just hear me out.
First, my credentials. I'm a PC gamer at heart. I have a LAN network set up in my living room, which I know isn't the great geek achievement it used to be since routers, ethernet cables and indeed entire fucking computers cost less than a tank of gas lately, but I digress. My pc cost more than my car, i have a mouse that cost me nearly $100. I'm not h4rdcore by any means but I'm a few steps up from those people who use flattened frostie boxes as mouse pads.
You'll never convince me that there's a better way to play a good FPS, RTS or 3rd person shooter than the good old mouse and keyboard combo. At least until they invent something that let's me control Godron Freeman with my eyebrows.
So when I say I'm 'fairly fond' of Halo 3, it's not because I don't have anything to compare it to.
So In Halo 3. You play the oddly named Master Chief. Which I'm told is an actual rank in the U.S navy (because in the future Mankind will be synonymous with the U.S.A of course) but then again, it's actually unclear as to whether it's his rank or his actual name. I would go into detail but this opens up a whole new can of worms (Is Duke Nukem and actual duke? Does he own a title and lands?)
I could go into a lot of detail about the Halo 3 universe because there is a whole lot of detail there with the books and the comic books and the branded neckties and all but that would be kind of missing the point. What the big marketing furor and fucking awful novels missed about the story of the Halo games is that the whole thing is totally retarded. In a funny way.
I mean let me summarize it for you.
Mankind finally reaches the stars. Mankind is attacked by unstoppable and slightly religious (fucking catholic) aliens. Mankind is on the verge of extinction. Only one experimental warrior can save us all. Yes. You're playing the on-land equivalent of fucking R-TYPE except instead of weird alien sprites you're fighting midgets and lizards and instead of collecting powerups you twat monkeys in the face and teabag them, Superb.
And that's just it. Yes there's a big bullshit backstory about sentient A.I's and other such crud but the whole story of Halo comes down to one single point. You are arch typical space marine hero, they are arch typical aliens, go fuck them up.
So with that, and with your obligatory starting pistol in hand, you proceed to fuck up a lot of aliens. Eventually you fuck up so many you run out, and thus have to buy the next game and the one after that.
So Halo 3 opens with Master Chief falling to earth as a green freezepop meteor. By this point I'd completely forgotten what happened in the last game (aside from the fact the ending was complete bullshit) so I'm pretty sure they put that in just to show you how awesome Master Chief is. Perhaps they should have done it in slow motion.
So Master chief is woken up by two more walking clinches (seeing a pattern?). Namely, expendable black guy and obligatory good guy alien and yadda yadda yadda. Time to shoot some stuff.
It's an early draft so any constructive criticism is welcome.
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Halo 3:
If I were to describe Halo 3 in a sentence or two I would describe it as such.
Halo 3 is essentially an arena for two bandwagons. Two giant bandwagons, full to the brim with filthy, screeching monkeys. Each of these monkeys (there are about 3 million per bandwagon) has a big pile of steaming shit in it's hand, and each time the bandwagons pass each other the monkeys will attempt to hurl their shit at the opposing team of monkeys in an attempt to... well I don't know. But that's what Halo 3 is. Projectile shit jousting.
Reviews for Halo 3 tend to fluctuate wildly between those that claim it was actually handed down to man on stone tablets at the top of a mountain during a particularly awesome dragonforce-guitar-soloesque thunderstorm to those that decry it as 'average' but with the the same expression and tone of voice one might use while muttering the words "Child rape"
"But Doctorpus!" I hear you cry, "surely neither opinion can be right because if the game was in fact the greatest achievement man can lay claim to surely everyone would love it and if it was so terrible surely no one would buy it"
Ah logic. Eat shit. A million flies can't be wrong.
But I digress. Halo 3 is just a game. It isn't the sign of the end times for first person shooters nor is it a divine artifact bestowed upon us by an all loving god, it's a decent fps and the only supernatural power it can lay claim to is the fact it can be used to sell absolutely fucking anything (Gamefuel, Jesus)
Now now. Before you start grabbing another handful of your own feces. Just hear me out.
First, my credentials. I'm a PC gamer at heart. I have a LAN network set up in my living room, which I know isn't the great geek achievement it used to be since routers, ethernet cables and indeed entire fucking computers cost less than a tank of gas lately, but I digress. My pc cost more than my car, i have a mouse that cost me nearly $100. I'm not h4rdcore by any means but I'm a few steps up from those people who use flattened frostie boxes as mouse pads.
You'll never convince me that there's a better way to play a good FPS, RTS or 3rd person shooter than the good old mouse and keyboard combo. At least until they invent something that let's me control Godron Freeman with my eyebrows.
So when I say I'm 'fairly fond' of Halo 3, it's not because I don't have anything to compare it to.
So In Halo 3. You play the oddly named Master Chief. Which I'm told is an actual rank in the U.S navy (because in the future Mankind will be synonymous with the U.S.A of course) but then again, it's actually unclear as to whether it's his rank or his actual name. I would go into detail but this opens up a whole new can of worms (Is Duke Nukem and actual duke? Does he own a title and lands?)
I could go into a lot of detail about the Halo 3 universe because there is a whole lot of detail there with the books and the comic books and the branded neckties and all but that would be kind of missing the point. What the big marketing furor and fucking awful novels missed about the story of the Halo games is that the whole thing is totally retarded. In a funny way.
I mean let me summarize it for you.
Mankind finally reaches the stars. Mankind is attacked by unstoppable and slightly religious (fucking catholic) aliens. Mankind is on the verge of extinction. Only one experimental warrior can save us all. Yes. You're playing the on-land equivalent of fucking R-TYPE except instead of weird alien sprites you're fighting midgets and lizards and instead of collecting powerups you twat monkeys in the face and teabag them, Superb.
And that's just it. Yes there's a big bullshit backstory about sentient A.I's and other such crud but the whole story of Halo comes down to one single point. You are arch typical space marine hero, they are arch typical aliens, go fuck them up.
So with that, and with your obligatory starting pistol in hand, you proceed to fuck up a lot of aliens. Eventually you fuck up so many you run out, and thus have to buy the next game and the one after that.
So Halo 3 opens with Master Chief falling to earth as a green freezepop meteor. By this point I'd completely forgotten what happened in the last game (aside from the fact the ending was complete bullshit) so I'm pretty sure they put that in just to show you how awesome Master Chief is. Perhaps they should have done it in slow motion.
So Master chief is woken up by two more walking clinches (seeing a pattern?). Namely, expendable black guy and obligatory good guy alien and yadda yadda yadda. Time to shoot some stuff.