Yeah, yeah, yeah. There’s a new Halo release today and I’m not sick with the Halo Flu. I’m not even buying it today. Does this mean I’ve fallen off the gamer wagon? Absolutely not. It’s just… Well it’s not you, Halo, it’s me. Just kidding, it’s you. ODST was bad. Don’t lie to yourself. The only thing ODST was good for was being traded in for credit on Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. Yup. I said it.
I’m not trying to start a war here. My wife and I purchased and played ODST the hour it became available; convincing ourselves we enjoyed it while blasting through a co-op campaign. Neither one of us wanted to admit that Halo did any wrong, that is, of course, until we played CoD:MW2. It became clear then that the era of Halo was on its knees.
Over the weekend I fired up Halo 3, just to see if the love was still there. Sure, smashing a room full of brutes with a gravity hammer was fun, but by the time I melee’d my second wraith into recyclables, the luster, she was-a-lacking. Yes, even punching a tank into scrap metal became dull. I can’t believe I wrote that, but I’m trying to be honest here. I fired up a nice online death match thinking, surely, the online play will be worth the rest of the afternoon! No, it wasn’t. Where’s my kill streak rewards, man? Where’s my harriers and predator missiles and tactical nukes, brah?!
Dearest Halo, I don’t love you anymore. I’m sure I’ll play Halo: Reach sometime. Heck, I might even enjoy it. I’ll tell you this, though: my new game money is holding off for Call of Duty: Black Ops. It even sounds cooler. Halo, I might Reach for you in the used game bin one day. Ughhh. That was ODST bad.