Tonight marks the release of Halo 3. I’ll risk the possible lynching by a crowd of angry, pitchfork-toting fanboys and say it: I never really got what the hype was about.
Sure, it’s a competent first-person shooter, and the online capabilities are excellent, but c’mon, it’s pulpy space opera with guns. It’s good, but it’s not exactly the reinvention of the wheel or anything.
Anyhow, Master Chief’s back, riding a wave of advertising hype and testosterone into the videogame equivalent of Return of the Jedi. And, of course, Jack Thompson’s back as well.