This is great. Multiplayer is just frigging fantastic! It's tactical[/]! But it's an FPS! And it's not made by [iTom Clancy.
This is truly fantastic, the shear level of neat junk that goes on in one match cannot be explained. People, get yoursellves an Xbox, the Halo2&Live bundle-pack, and LET's KILL EACHOTHER!!!!!oneone111one
Or THE OTHER TEAM!!!!one11one
EXTRA EXTRA! Halo 2 is worth paying money for.
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So, you're playing capture the flag. In Halo 2 audio communication happens in two ways; you can hear anything anyone within 15 meters is saying, and they can hear you, regardless of what team they are on. However, should you press the white button at any time, you send a radio-call to everyone on your team, so all your dudes can hear you.
Everyone has a 15-meter radar. Only it's not a "radar", per-se, but a motion detector. If one ducks and moves very, very slowly, one does not show up on it.
So, you grab some Active Camo, duck and sneak into the enemies base. You can see their flag. It's surrounded by three guys, but they can't see you.
They're within 15 meters of eachother, they don't want to fill up the tactical channel with chit-chat, so, they're talking. They hear each other through their loudspeakers.
Imagine, now, a plan of Gandalf-level naughtyness. The invisible man practices their accents for a while, and starts throwing bits into the conversation that shouldn't be there. A fight breaks out. This is what happens when you make Americans think an Indian guy is shitting on their country. Soon, one remains. You sneak up, and hit them in the back of the neck; an instant kill.
You hit the team-channel button; "Flag-Room clear, bring in the bird."
Ted, a new Texan friend falls through the roof. He's piloted a Banshee into the upper atmosphere and has been waiting for the signal to drop. With the help of a man who understands the unassuming beauty of the Plasma Pistol, he makes it far enough into the mountains to be attacked by an enemy Jeep. You quickly devise a plan as it rushes towards you, using the 15-meter cutoff to your advantage; 50 feet. 30. 20. Of course, it's driving straight towards the flag-guy, attempting to run over the man responsible for raping their base.
you're in position when this happens. As the Warthog goes over the hill, you run, you jump, you grab on to the tail as it soars. You kick the gunner out, forcing the other members of his team to exit the vehcile. You mow two of them down, and the flag-carrier dispatches the final with his shotgun. With the hijacked vehicle, you make it back to base, and you score.
This shit happens all the time.
Everyone has a 15-meter radar. Only it's not a "radar", per-se, but a motion detector. If one ducks and moves very, very slowly, one does not show up on it.
So, you grab some Active Camo, duck and sneak into the enemies base. You can see their flag. It's surrounded by three guys, but they can't see you.
They're within 15 meters of eachother, they don't want to fill up the tactical channel with chit-chat, so, they're talking. They hear each other through their loudspeakers.
Imagine, now, a plan of Gandalf-level naughtyness. The invisible man practices their accents for a while, and starts throwing bits into the conversation that shouldn't be there. A fight breaks out. This is what happens when you make Americans think an Indian guy is shitting on their country. Soon, one remains. You sneak up, and hit them in the back of the neck; an instant kill.
You hit the team-channel button; "Flag-Room clear, bring in the bird."
Ted, a new Texan friend falls through the roof. He's piloted a Banshee into the upper atmosphere and has been waiting for the signal to drop. With the help of a man who understands the unassuming beauty of the Plasma Pistol, he makes it far enough into the mountains to be attacked by an enemy Jeep. You quickly devise a plan as it rushes towards you, using the 15-meter cutoff to your advantage; 50 feet. 30. 20. Of course, it's driving straight towards the flag-guy, attempting to run over the man responsible for raping their base.
you're in position when this happens. As the Warthog goes over the hill, you run, you jump, you grab on to the tail as it soars. You kick the gunner out, forcing the other members of his team to exit the vehcile. You mow two of them down, and the flag-carrier dispatches the final with his shotgun. With the hijacked vehicle, you make it back to base, and you score.
This shit happens all the time.
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