Well, since that last posting I’ve learned much more about alternative lifestyles vis-a-vis video games than I ever imagined possible.
As I mentioned on my dusty, disused 1UP blog, I’ve been replaying the original Halo. Previously I’d played through the Mac version and it was okay, but playing it in its intended format — on a TV, with an Xbox controller, with a good sound system — has greatly enhanced the experience. Well, I fib, slightly. I’m actually playing on an HDTV, with an Xbox 360 controller, with good headphones. But the point stands. I think the headphones make the biggest difference; I never appreciated just how exceptional the game’s sound design is. But yes, it’s really good. Stupidly good. The music cues set the tone, but that’s obvious; the subtle elements actually impact the game more — the responses of Covenant to your actions, the effects of weapons and particles, and especially the wet, whispery sounds of the Flood. The fact that I can even describe sound effects as “wet and whispery” means they did something right.
Yes, I know it’s unfashionable for the sort of people who read this site to admit to liking Halo, but it’s actually very good! And I say this as someone who wants multiplayer gameplay to die in a fiery bus accident.
But wait, this post’s opening sentence doesn’t fit. Fear not; I shall deftly weave Halo and sexuality into a frothy mesh of interconnectedness:
Why does Cortana have a navel?
Thank you and good night.