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Halo: Reach |OT3| This Thread is Not a Natural Formation

wifetacular.png

Sorry I missed out on FF last night; got Wifetaculared until super late.

xxjuicesxx said:
Everyone should take a minute to relive the last page before the H3 thread was closed:

http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showthread.php?t=187715&page=2023&highlight=halo

So good. :lol

That was quite the last page.:lol
 

GhaleonEB

Member
Happy Christmas Eve, HaloGAF.

That was quite the last page of the Halo 3 thread. In retrospect, it was a fitting send off. :lol

lol @ wifetacular.
 
I remember those early post Halo 3 days (and post ODST) when speculation about Reach was plentiful.

- I bitched to high heaven about segregating players with DLC. FIXED.
- I bitched about jaggies. FIXED.
- I bitched about an incoherent storyline. IMPROVED.
- I wanted Bungie to get rid of dual wielding since ODST played so much better. DONE.
- I wanted a less floaty spartan. DONE.
- I wanted more oomph to the sound of weaponry. DONE.
- I wanted a non-gimped AR. DONE.
- I wanted mo-cap and faces that didnt make me want to cringe. DONE.
- I wanted matchmaking for campaign and firefight. DONE.
- I wanted a versus mode that recreated battles, ala elites vs. spartans. DONE.
- I wanted levels to have defined callouts. DONE.
- I wanted equipment to be retooled to incorporate cooldowns. DONE.
- I wished for jetpacks. DONE. DONE. DONE. WHOOOOOOOOSH. :D

Considering they nailed everything on my bitch/wish-list, and then added a whole ton of other stuff like the investment system, ForgeWorld, mega customization for Firefight, etc etc ad nauseum, Bungie managed to transform me from a persnickety old Halo: CE player to an almost certifiable fanboy.

They said it could never happen. What are they to say now?
 

enzo_gt

tagged by Blackace
Alienshogun said:
:lol :lol :lol :lol :lol :lol :lol :lol :lol :lol :lol

GhaleonEB said:
Do me a favor, Dax. Disagree with me on something. Please.

I mean, I don't know how to tell you this but you care about me too much, and I'm married. I just can't reciprocate. I took down my avatar and you sent me worried PMs and lamented the lost Soffish in the thread multiple times. You care about my avatar more than I do.

:lol :lol :lol :lol
Hey what's going on in this thre-

:lol :lol :lol :lol :lol
 

Tashi

343i Lead Esports Producer
Alienshogun said:
Hope everyone has a Merry Christmas (or happy holiday), be safe, especially with this blizzard moving through the midwest right now.

Yes, Happy Holidays HaloGAF
 
For all you HaloGafers out there, here is a Halo Christmas story I made.
Before you read this, I just want you to know that i did not make this up. I only took the origional How the grinch stole christmas and changed some of the words. Enjoy
Character Changes
The Grinch = The Brute
The Whos = The Elites
Whoville = High Charity
Santa Clause = Master Chief
Reindeer = Drone

How The Brute Stole Christmas

Every Elites down in High Charity liked Christmas a lot,
But the Brute who lived north of High Charity did not!
The Brute hated Christmas! The Whole Christmas Season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one knew quite the reason.
It could be his staff wasn't made just right.
It could be that his armor was too tight.
But I think that the reason most of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But, whatever the reason, his heart or his armor,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the elites,
Starring down from his tower with a sour, Brutal frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Elite down in High Charity beneath
Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.
"And their hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Brute fingers nervously drumming,
"I must find some way to stop Christmas from coming!"
...All the Elite girls and boys
Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!
And then! Oh the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's the one thing he hated! the NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Then the Elites, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would feast on Elite-pudding, and rare Elite-roast-beast
Which was something the Brute couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN
They'd do something
He liked lease of all!
Every Elite down in High Charity, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the elites would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing!
AND they'd SING! SING! SING! SING!
And the more the Brute thought of this Elite-Christmas-Sing,
The more the Brute thought, "I must stop this whole thing!
"Why, for fifty-three years I've put up with it now!
"I MUST stop Christmas from coming!
But HOW?"
Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!
THE BRUTE
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The Brute laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick Master Chief helmet and suit.
And then he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Brutal trick!
"With this suit and helmet, I look just like Master Chief!"
"All I need is a drone..."
The Brute looked around.
But, since drones are scare, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Brute...?
No! The Brute simply said,
"If I can't find a drone, I'll make one instead!"
So he called his jackal, Max. Then he took some red thread
And he tied big wings on top of his back.
THEN
He loaded some bags
And some old empty sacks
On a ramshackle sleigh
And he hitched up old Max.
The the Brute said, "Giddap!"
And the sleigh started down
Toward the homes where the Elites
Lay a-snooze in their town.
All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the Elites were all dreaming sweet dreams without care
When he came to the first little house on the square.
"This is stop number one," the old Brutal Chief hissed
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
But if Master Chief could do it, then so could the Brute.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue
Where the little Elite stockings all hung in a row.
"These stockings," he grinned, "are the first to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Plasma Rifles! and Ghosts! Plasma Grenades! Jet packs!
Carbines! Fuel Rod Cannons! Energy Swords! and Plasma Pistols!
He stuffed them all in his bags. Then the Brute, very nimbly!]
Stuffed all his bags, one by one, up the chimbley!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Elites' feast!
He took the Elite-pudding! He took the roast beast!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that Brute even took their last can of Elite-hash!
Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee!
"And NOW!" grinned the Brute, "I will stuff up the tree!"
And the Brute grabbed the tree, and he started to shove
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Elite!
Little Cindy-Lou Elite, who was not more than two.
The Brute had been caught by this tiny Elite daughter
Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
She stared at the Brute and said, "Master Chief, why,
"Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?"
But, you know that old Brute was so smart and so slick
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why my sweet little tot," the fake Master Chief lied,
"There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side.
"So I'm taking it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the little child. Then he patted her head
And he got her a drink and he sent her to bed.
And when Cindy-Lou Elite went to bed with her cup,
HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!
Then the last thing he took
Was the log for their fire!
Then he went up the chimney, himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire.
And the one speck of food
That he left in the house
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
Then
He did the same thing
To the other Elites' houses
Leaving crumbs
Much too small
For the other Elites' mouses!
It was a quarter past dawn...
All the Elites, still a-bed
All the Elites, still a-snooze
When he packed up he sled,
Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!
The tags! And the tinsel! The t-blam!-s! The trappings!
Three thousand feet up! Up one side of Tower Crumpit,
He rode with his load to the tip top to dump it!
"Pooh-Pooh to the Elites!" he was Brute-ish-ly humming.
"They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming!
"Their just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
"Then the Elites down in High Charity will all cry BOO-HOO!
"That's a noise," grinned the Brute,
"That I simply MUST hear!"
So he paused. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow...
But the sound wasn't sad!
Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so!
But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at High Charity!
The Brute popped his eyes!
Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Elite down in High Charity, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming!
IT CAME
Somehow or other, It just came the same!
And the Brute, with his Brute-feet ice cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?
"It came without ribbons! It came without tags!
It came without packages, boxes or bags!"
And he puzzled three hours till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Brute thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store.
"Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
And what happened then...?
Well...in High Charity they say
That the Brutes small heart
Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his lad through the bright morning light
And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!
And he...
...HE HIMSELF...!
The Brute cut the roast beast!
 
That wifetackular medal.:lol

Hm...people looking at the last page of the official Halo 3 thread? I'm too embarrassed; I don't wanna know what useless thing I was arguing about.

Also, I'm playing though the Reach campaign again on Heroic on my 42'' HDTV with surround sound; gotta make sure I do it before I go back to my dorm in two weeks. Campaign is so good.
 

Brolic Gaoler

formerly Alienshogun
AlmostMilk said:
For all you HaloGafers out there, here is a Halo Christmas story I made.
Before you read this, I just want you to know that i did not make this up. I only took the origional How the grinch stole christmas and changed some of the words. Enjoy
Character Changes
The Grinch = The Brute
The Whos = The Elites
Whoville = High Charity
Santa Clause = Master Chief
Reindeer = Drone

How The Brute Stole Christmas

Looks like Wu took pitty on you. :lol

http://halo.bungie.org/news.html?item=32033
 

kylej

Banned
AlmostMilk said:
For all you HaloGafers out there, here is a Halo Christmas story I made.
Before you read this, I just want you to know that i did not make this up. I only took the origional How the grinch stole christmas and changed some of the words. Enjoy
Character Changes
The Grinch = The Brute
The Whos = The Elites
Whoville = High Charity
Santa Clause = Master Chief
Reindeer = Drone

How The Brute Stole Christmas

Every Elites down in High Charity liked Christmas a lot,
But the Brute who lived north of High Charity did not!
The Brute hated Christmas! The Whole Christmas Season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one knew quite the reason.
It could be his staff wasn't made just right.
It could be that his armor was too tight.
But I think that the reason most of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But, whatever the reason, his heart or his armor,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the elites,
Starring down from his tower with a sour, Brutal frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Elite down in High Charity beneath
Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.
"And their hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Brute fingers nervously drumming,
"I must find some way to stop Christmas from coming!"
...All the Elite girls and boys
Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!
And then! Oh the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's the one thing he hated! the NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Then the Elites, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would feast on Elite-pudding, and rare Elite-roast-beast
Which was something the Brute couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN
They'd do something
He liked lease of all!
Every Elite down in High Charity, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the elites would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing!
AND they'd SING! SING! SING! SING!
And the more the Brute thought of this Elite-Christmas-Sing,
The more the Brute thought, "I must stop this whole thing!
"Why, for fifty-three years I've put up with it now!
"I MUST stop Christmas from coming!
But HOW?"
Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!
THE BRUTE
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The Brute laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick Master Chief helmet and suit.
And then he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Brutal trick!
"With this suit and helmet, I look just like Master Chief!"
"All I need is a drone..."
The Brute looked around.
But, since drones are scare, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Brute...?
No! The Brute simply said,
"If I can't find a drone, I'll make one instead!"
So he called his jackal, Max. Then he took some red thread
And he tied big wings on top of his back.
THEN
He loaded some bags
And some old empty sacks
On a ramshackle sleigh
And he hitched up old Max.
The the Brute said, "Giddap!"
And the sleigh started down
Toward the homes where the Elites
Lay a-snooze in their town.
All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the Elites were all dreaming sweet dreams without care
When he came to the first little house on the square.
"This is stop number one," the old Brutal Chief hissed
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
But if Master Chief could do it, then so could the Brute.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue
Where the little Elite stockings all hung in a row.
"These stockings," he grinned, "are the first to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Plasma Rifles! and Ghosts! Plasma Grenades! Jet packs!
Carbines! Fuel Rod Cannons! Energy Swords! and Plasma Pistols!
He stuffed them all in his bags. Then the Brute, very nimbly!]
Stuffed all his bags, one by one, up the chimbley!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Elites' feast!
He took the Elite-pudding! He took the roast beast!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that Brute even took their last can of Elite-hash!
Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee!
"And NOW!" grinned the Brute, "I will stuff up the tree!"
And the Brute grabbed the tree, and he started to shove
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Elite!
Little Cindy-Lou Elite, who was not more than two.
The Brute had been caught by this tiny Elite daughter
Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
She stared at the Brute and said, "Master Chief, why,
"Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?"
But, you know that old Brute was so smart and so slick
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why my sweet little tot," the fake Master Chief lied,
"There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side.
"So I'm taking it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the little child. Then he patted her head
And he got her a drink and he sent her to bed.
And when Cindy-Lou Elite went to bed with her cup,
HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!
Then the last thing he took
Was the log for their fire!
Then he went up the chimney, himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire.
And the one speck of food
That he left in the house
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
Then
He did the same thing
To the other Elites' houses
Leaving crumbs
Much too small
For the other Elites' mouses!
It was a quarter past dawn...
All the Elites, still a-bed
All the Elites, still a-snooze
When he packed up he sled,
Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!
The tags! And the tinsel! The t-blam!-s! The trappings!
Three thousand feet up! Up one side of Tower Crumpit,
He rode with his load to the tip top to dump it!
"Pooh-Pooh to the Elites!" he was Brute-ish-ly humming.
"They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming!
"Their just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
"Then the Elites down in High Charity will all cry BOO-HOO!
"That's a noise," grinned the Brute,
"That I simply MUST hear!"
So he paused. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow...
But the sound wasn't sad!
Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so!
But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at High Charity!
The Brute popped his eyes!
Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Elite down in High Charity, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming!
IT CAME
Somehow or other, It just came the same!
And the Brute, with his Brute-feet ice cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?
"It came without ribbons! It came without tags!
It came without packages, boxes or bags!"
And he puzzled three hours till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Brute thought of something he hadn't before!
"Mabee Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store.
"Mabee Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
And what happened then...?
Well...in High Charity they say
That the Brutes small heart
Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his lad through the bright morning light
And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!
And he...
...HE HIMSELF...!
The Brute cut the roast beast!

wow that's a whole lotta words I'm not going to read.

I'll be down for some Reach tonight if y'all are going to be available.
 

Gui_PT

Member
AlmostMilk said:
Ha, that's awesome. Now if only I could get someone to work with me to make a video of this. Too bad there are no brutes in multiplayer.

If I get a gorilla suit, would u be interested in a live action version?


Blueblur1 said:
Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it. And a very happy Halodays to everyone. :)

<3,
Blueblur1


Why you stealing mah stuff, bro?

Merry Christmas to you too
 

Brolic Gaoler

formerly Alienshogun
neoism said:
I got Blops yesterday, and I felt like I cheated on Reach.... :( That game is lol


I played BLOPS again last night, and its fun wore off fast again, it's still the same ol spam of duty.

kylej said:
wow that's a whole lotta words I'm not going to read.

I'll be down for some Reach tonight if y'all are going to be available.


I will be way later, have to endure the inlaws this evening, I'll be imagining epic flag runs and dino deathmatch in anticipation of my exfiltration.
 
Alienshogun said:
Yep, he equated Shishka to Saddam, got slapped with a perma.
The irony of Shishka being EazyB's ultimate undoing in GAF is not lost with me. :lol

Happy holidays, everyone. May visions of Armor Lock not dance in your heads tonight.
 

Brolic Gaoler

formerly Alienshogun
squidhands said:
The irony of Shishka being EazyB's ultimate undoing in GAF is not lost with me. :lol

Happy holidays, everyone. May visions of Armor Lock not dance in your heads tonight.


And with that, I leave you with these.

My armor lock tribute.

2rw3wqr.jpg


http://www.bungie.net/Stats/Reach/FileDetails.aspx?fid=5258634&player=AlienShogun

http://www.bungie.net/Stats/Reach/FileDetails.aspx?fid=10086651&player=AlienShogun

http://www.bungie.net/Stats/Reach/FileDetails.aspx?fid=5536272&player=AlienShogun

http://www.bungie.net/Stats/Reach/FileDetails.aspx?fid=5257343&player=AlienShogun

Ramirez said:
I did something very ill advised today, I played Reach. I'll see you in another month game.


What the hell are you playing instead? Surely not Blops.
 

Blueblur1

Member
Dax01 said:
Total, I know we've had our heads bash some in the past, but you're a cool dude, dude.
You're okay too, Dax. We don't always agree but that doesn't matter. You're not a belligerent cynic like most people on the Internet and that counts for something. :)
 
That thread was a blast from the past. I think I was still waiting for my membership on here at that point. Just gonna remember BerserkerBarage for a moment as well. Never knew him personally but it was still a bit of a shock to lose someone who contributed in their own way to this community.

Just stay safe dudes and have a good one.

Here's to hoping Santa brings some butter for Christmas! The potatoes are gonna taste soooo good with butter!

I might be on a bit later for a few games, who knows...
 

Apath

Member
Bungie, is it really necessary to spam me with messages informing me that there is a new map pack available every time I want to play Reach? I get a message as soon as the game starts up, another when I enter multiplayer, and a nice flashing message after choosing a playlist. Every time.

I get it: The Noble map pack has been released and offers three new maps for the price of 1/6 of the full game. If I wanted to purchase it I would have by now.

/rant
 

MrBig

Member
Kenak said:
Bungie, is it really necessary to spam me with messages informing me that there is a new map pack available every time I want to play Reach? I get a message as soon as the game starts up, another when I enter multiplayer, and a nice flashing message after choosing a playlist. Every time.

I get it: The Noble map pack has been released and offers three new maps for the price of 1/6 of the full game. If I wanted to purchase it I would have by now.

/rant
That is very unreasonable of them. The most they should do is flashing text if they are going to keep that constant. I got the maps as soon as they were out though.

Rorschach said:
How was this fixed?
There's only one playlist for DLC, the one that was specifically created to try out the new maps.

I'm in the lobby now, GUI but I'm probably going to have to go get dinner soon vv
 

Rorschach

Member
MrBig said:
There's only one playlist for DLC, the one that was specifically created to try out the new maps.
I see.

Gui_PT said:
Does anyone want to party up and dong on some kids?
This, coupled with your suggestive avatar, doesn't make me want to inquire further as to the meaning of that phrase.
 
Merry Christmas HaloGaf type people. If you're not into the trees and Jesus thing then Happy Holidays to you.

Enjoyed the wifetacular. Would buy that for my friends if it was on a t-shirt/hat/shackles.

Managed to sneak away from family fun time long enough to play a few games of multiteam today. Paired up with a random 8 year old who was shrieking so loudly in the lobby that everyone, including myself muted him. Needless to say he was a horrible teammate.

His terrible play did ultimately help me to get my first Triple Double medal. Something that I have been lusting after since I first discovered it on Bungie.net. Thanks terrible teammate, your lack of skill and refusal to engage in even the most basic sportsmanship proved to be the greatest gift of all.
 

Brolic Gaoler

formerly Alienshogun
MrBig said:
Just got another perfection, but I only got two killing sprees because of host migrations.
Also first time I saw someone at Mythic on the other team http://www.bungie.net/stats/reach/default.aspx?player=Crankodile


There's no way that guy doesn't boost, look at his stats.

Kyle, I won't be on tonight, the headache I have now from the inlaws can not be measured by modern instruments. I hope to be on tomorrow.
 

Dug

Banned
Dax01 said:
Has anybody ever taken the time to read the HBO mailbag? Hilarious stuff.

One of the jewels I found:
I'm amazed that that many people have missed the text at the bottom of the site saying in bold that they are not Bungie. :lol
 
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