- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
So I was marching around inside the Forerunner bunker, knocking off Covies like they were *PUNKS*... then I found *jackass* with the pistol all bugged out and hunkered down like he'd been shivved in the -blam!- with a clown-shaped boxcutter. That's when I knew sumpin' was up. Thanks for the pistol, "IT'S MINE, GET IT??? MINE!!!" With a pistol and loads o' needles, I proceeded into the room, watched the cutscene and began to melee and frag like a schoolgirl with light artillery. Pop O Matic Trouble, killing off the little freaks felt oddly satisfying. But then the carnival music kicked in and Dorcus y Malorcus come swingin'-and-a-jumpin' like they own the place. The second I got slapped, I freaked out and shouted at the TV, "NOT FWIKIN' FAIR, YOU PANTY-WAIST DILLHOLE ZOMBIE BEEATCH!!!"
It was at that moment I realized my pleasant little sci-fi game had gone all topsy-turvy on me. From then on, I pretty much laughed at the Elites, Jackals and Grunts - taking to high-ground banshee-stealing antics to snipe and rocket my way off Halo. But those freakin' filthy, jumping Flood. Darn them. Darn them all to flaming heck. 'Specially if they got rockets on bridges or in El Librotecario.
Those Floodknockers still suck the big one in HALO 2, but I don't like the lack of feedback in the controller when the infection forms pop off my shield. I'll save that discussion for a H2 forum, 'tho.
Gotta love skull-punching the Brutes when ya get a chance.
--Mike