Yesterday, a very important announcement was made to me. This message was from my mother, who actively opposes all shooting or M-rated games. She said it right to my face:
“You can play Halo.”
After hearing these words, I was completely flabbergasted. I almost passed out. As my blood pressure rose, and my breathing sped up, I managed to choke out, “Why?” Of course, I had wanted to all my life, but my mother disliked the thought of me playing a trigger-button shooting game, because she felt that the experience was too realistic. It was as if she had set up an iron barricade separating me from Halo, which only she could penetrate. For years, me and my diehard Halo-fan cousin have been trying to break that barricade with our own rocket launchers and plasma rifles, but my mother’s own army of Spartans foiled our plans every time. But yesterday, she tore the wall down. That wall, which separated me from Halo, much like the Berlin Wall separated the East Germans from freedom in West Germany, had been torn down.
The reason was, plain and simple: Mother dear had come to her senses. I had watched movies in which tons of people died on several occasions, and neither of my parents even batted an eye. Plus, you were killing aliens, not people. I also feel that Mom letting me play the rated-M-for-no-worthy-reason Oblivion had opened a mental door of some sort, but who cares what kind of paranormal forces were involved?! I get to play Halo!!!
Yes, yesterday was a great day for me. Oh, what a wonderful day it was.
Wanting to experience the story from the start, I began playing Halo: Combat Evolved on my 360. I was eager to begin gunning down Covenant, but a good portion of the beginning was spent running through corridors AVOIDING Covenant instead of showering them with lead coming out of an assault rifle. This did not detract at all, for I knew the action would begin. Soon.
When Cortana’s disc had been firmly inserted into our hero’s helmet, I got a pistol. Unfortunately, there was no ammo. At all. I got some eventually, but that’s when I realized: the pistol SUCKS EGGS!!! I needed something with better rapid fire capabilities, something that could easily overwhelm the grunts and other Covenant I would encounter. Something like…the assault rifle! Thankfully, mere seconds after getting ammo for my pistol, I found one. That was the end for the pitiful Covenant that had stupidly boarded the ship.
I was having fun. Some of the most fun I had ever had in any video game…ever. I called Dad in specifically to say, “Holy crap, this is awesome!!” Never once before have I played a game that has been worthy of saying “Holy Crap” over, or call my dad in just to tell him how awesome it is (not that he didn’t know). Oh, yes, Halo is awesome. So awesome. So unbelievably awesome…
After successfully escaping the ship, the escape pod crash-landed on a nearby Halo, on which I was forced to look for survivors. This was fun at first, and in fact introduced me to the Warthog. The Warthog is one of many, many Halo vehicles. It’s fun to ride around in as one of your guys mans a turret and guns down everything in your path, but the controls take some getting used to. Now, although I had fun at first, searching for survivors became tedious, especially with the Covenant hiding everywhere and quickly overwhelming me and killing me about 20 times (I’m evidently not a master at evasive action). Thank God for frequent checkpoints. Yes, due to my inexperience with FPS games, I stink at Halo. Hardcore. Still, playing Halo has been an overall enriching experience. I have thanked my mother at least 20 times because of this. Though I’m currently terrible at Halo (nothing hardcore playing won’t fix), I love it. I am currently stuck on the finding-survivors mission, but I’ll be back for more. Definitely.
“You can play Halo.”
After hearing these words, I was completely flabbergasted. I almost passed out. As my blood pressure rose, and my breathing sped up, I managed to choke out, “Why?” Of course, I had wanted to all my life, but my mother disliked the thought of me playing a trigger-button shooting game, because she felt that the experience was too realistic. It was as if she had set up an iron barricade separating me from Halo, which only she could penetrate. For years, me and my diehard Halo-fan cousin have been trying to break that barricade with our own rocket launchers and plasma rifles, but my mother’s own army of Spartans foiled our plans every time. But yesterday, she tore the wall down. That wall, which separated me from Halo, much like the Berlin Wall separated the East Germans from freedom in West Germany, had been torn down.
The reason was, plain and simple: Mother dear had come to her senses. I had watched movies in which tons of people died on several occasions, and neither of my parents even batted an eye. Plus, you were killing aliens, not people. I also feel that Mom letting me play the rated-M-for-no-worthy-reason Oblivion had opened a mental door of some sort, but who cares what kind of paranormal forces were involved?! I get to play Halo!!!
Yes, yesterday was a great day for me. Oh, what a wonderful day it was.
Wanting to experience the story from the start, I began playing Halo: Combat Evolved on my 360. I was eager to begin gunning down Covenant, but a good portion of the beginning was spent running through corridors AVOIDING Covenant instead of showering them with lead coming out of an assault rifle. This did not detract at all, for I knew the action would begin. Soon.
When Cortana’s disc had been firmly inserted into our hero’s helmet, I got a pistol. Unfortunately, there was no ammo. At all. I got some eventually, but that’s when I realized: the pistol SUCKS EGGS!!! I needed something with better rapid fire capabilities, something that could easily overwhelm the grunts and other Covenant I would encounter. Something like…the assault rifle! Thankfully, mere seconds after getting ammo for my pistol, I found one. That was the end for the pitiful Covenant that had stupidly boarded the ship.
I was having fun. Some of the most fun I had ever had in any video game…ever. I called Dad in specifically to say, “Holy crap, this is awesome!!” Never once before have I played a game that has been worthy of saying “Holy Crap” over, or call my dad in just to tell him how awesome it is (not that he didn’t know). Oh, yes, Halo is awesome. So awesome. So unbelievably awesome…
After successfully escaping the ship, the escape pod crash-landed on a nearby Halo, on which I was forced to look for survivors. This was fun at first, and in fact introduced me to the Warthog. The Warthog is one of many, many Halo vehicles. It’s fun to ride around in as one of your guys mans a turret and guns down everything in your path, but the controls take some getting used to. Now, although I had fun at first, searching for survivors became tedious, especially with the Covenant hiding everywhere and quickly overwhelming me and killing me about 20 times (I’m evidently not a master at evasive action). Thank God for frequent checkpoints. Yes, due to my inexperience with FPS games, I stink at Halo. Hardcore. Still, playing Halo has been an overall enriching experience. I have thanked my mother at least 20 times because of this. Though I’m currently terrible at Halo (nothing hardcore playing won’t fix), I love it. I am currently stuck on the finding-survivors mission, but I’ll be back for more. Definitely.
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