The latest Halo novel is upon us. Praise Matt Forbeck. Halo: Bad Blood was released on June 26th and follows our good old friend Edward Buck, former ODST badass and now proud Spartan. The predecessor of this book is Halo: New Blood, also written by Matt Forbeck. In that book, we have seen Buck become a Spartan. Then Halo 5 came and we saw Buck the Spartan in action. I personally prefer him to be an ODST but that is just my opinion.
Bad Blood is the first big lore that is given to us after the events of Halo 5. To my knowledge, the only past Halo 5 lore we had before Bad Blood was the Rossbachs World story in Fractures.
In Bad Blood, we follow Blue Team and Team Osiris as they struggle to figure out what evil Cortana is up to. Buck is given a secret mission and reforms his old squad Alpha Nine to accomplish said mission.
Since I haven’t read both books yet I can’t really say more and probably shouldn’t either way. We all have to read it anyway, right? Right? I am really looking forward to reading both books. I have always loved Buck and of course Veronica Dare. But since time is precious and I have all sorts of other things to do, I’m way behind with the books. The next book on my Halo to do list is Shadow of Intent.
Have a grand time reading whatever, but make sure it’s Halo.
What happened to our Band of Brothers?
Were we not supposed to stand by each other?
Help each other and fight next to each other?
We promised to leave no man behind.
To finish the fight.
Every time I play a fucking game
Some random guy drops out.
Leaves like a pussy at the sight of defeat.
Who are you vermin?
Grow some balls Pedro!
Grab your rifle and start shooting your way out!
Seriously guys! What is happening to Halo 5’s multiplayer? People are dropping out of games like flies. The Banhammer does not strike hard enough I fear. Or these kids just don’t care. All they care about is their rank. Because that is the only explanation I have for that behavior. If they fear they might lose, they quit so that the game does not count. Ugh! That is just shitty. Last night I played alone against a full team. One by one my team mates dropped out and left my sorry bottom alone. I finished the fight and will continue to do so even if my rank goes down. Because what does a Diamond or Onyx rank mean, when it is acquired through quitting and unsporting behavior? Nothing.
The multiplayer experience is ruined for everybody in a game with quitters. It does not matter if you are on the full team or the one where people left. I personally don’t enjoy a game where my team plays against one with only 2-3 people. If that happens I just get bored and mess around. My favorite thing to do then is to explore the map. Or just jump across the map and see if anybody joins my shenanigans.
I want to play 4 vs 4. I want an honest fight.
Since I’m very busy with real life I rarely get to take Screenshots anymore. That makes me very sad but hey, that is how it is. As I am typing this at 7 am in the morning (I am awake since 6 am) my daughter is messing with my Halo collection in the back. She is really fascinated by the UNSC bottle opener. If that is telling me something about her future I am scared 🙂
Well here are 4 shots I managed to take lately:
What the lamp is for the moth, the Splinter Grenade is for the Spartan. Countless times have I witnessed as my teammates or the enemy could not resist the urge to run into the aftermath of the Splinter Grenade. I assume it goes down like this: Spartan John Doe fights tooth and nail to win the duel with the red dude who comes at him with brute force. He manages to evade the Shotgun and throws a Splinter Grenade right at the enemy. Red dude vanishes to ashes and John Doe can’t help but let out a deep sigh. Gosh that was close. My shields are almost drained, the alarm is beeping like crazy…I need health! Over there. It sparkles. It looks like an orb, no, many orbs. Could it be? Could it be a health orb? I want to touch it. I am going in….ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..pooooooooooooof.
Obviously I have been John Doe myself. But come on. Only in the beginning. When I didn’t know about the deadly aftermath of the Splinter Grenade. Now I know and I shake my head and sigh deeply, when once again, one of my teammates runs like a headless chicken right into the middle of the sparkling orbs. The sighing and head shaking quickly turns into red hot anger though, when the announcer mockingly snarls: Betraaaaayed. AS IF!!! AS IF!!! How can I be made responsible for the stupidity of my teammates? Hooooooow? (echoes endlessy).