D-38 Boss

Welcome to the family.

Welcome back, My Arwing-flying, Barrel-rolling, friend!

Maestro is clearly the best candidate.

Welcome to the community, friend!

I nominate Ledgend. Never will we see a more strategic leader.

10-4.

Here's the thing. It's not so much of making new things. It's a matter of making worthwhile contributions. I have my own gaming channel, that's not what ANYONE would consider successful, but I enjoy doing it. Here's my checklist for you: 1. Enjoy what you do. If you don't like making a certain type of video, don't make them. It'll show in the effort you put (Or don't put) into it. 2. Keep a regular update schedule. If you want to keep subscribers, keep to at least a bi-weekly schedule. 3. Don't try to force humor. A lot of the big name Let's Players have a certain skill when it comes to keeping their videos entertaining. Believe me, the amount of content I cut from the videos I do have up is staggering, and some of it is purely groan inducing. 4. Keep things fresh. Not new, not cutting-edge, just fresh. Don't put up a million and one videos of the same game if there's no advancement, or anything worth showing. 5. This is perhaps the biggest tip I have. DON'T EVEN BOTHER LOOKING AT YOUR VIEWS. The amount of work that goes into a video feels wasted when it's only watched by 5 or so people. Which is why I say, do it because you enjoy it. Whether or not you get "Big" shouldn't matter to you. If that's all you care about, you're not doing it for the right reasons. Other then that, I can't say. I don't want to toss out too much advice when my own channel isn't that impressive.

Approved yo.

It's like, every time I stop paying attention, people post in this thread again.

Stepping into the tiny, cliché interrogation room, I was sat in a steel chair, before being left alone. I turned to look out of the frosted glass window in the room. I couldn't see outside, but the lack of light let me know it was late. The door opened. “Mr. Doyle.” I heard a gruff voice say. “Please, sit. We have a lot to talk about.” I turned to see a large, dark-skinned, middle aged man; wearing a simple uniform. I couldn't place the insignia. It wasn't UNSC. I sat across from him as he unpacked his suitcase. “So...” He said. “You been here for a long time.” “Have I?” I asked. “I've lost track...” “From 2549, to 2559.” The man said with a nod. “You've missed a lot.” “It's been ten years?” I asked, suddenly feeling the impact of my years in captivity. “It has.” “What did I miss? Besides a whole mess of Christmases.” “The glassing of Reach. For starters.” “Reach... was glassed?” “I'm sorry. I know it was your home.” I shook my head. “Eh... It hadn't felt like home for a long time before I was arrested.” “What's more, the covenant attacked Earth.” “What!?” I said, nearly leaping out of my chair. “When? Where?” “A couple of years ago.” He said calmly, apparently expecting that reaction. “They hit pretty much everywhere.” “Wait... then, why didn't-” “You wouldn't have known, because you were lied to, Mr. Doyle. You're not in Rikers, you're not on Earth.” “Then where the hell are we?” I said, looking at the frosted glass window once again. “On Horowitz Prison Station; orbiting New Carthage. You were misinformed, in case you had figured out a way to communicate with your former associates.” “Well, rest assured, that never happened.” I sighed. “Probably better that it didn't.” “Why's that?” The man said, a hopeful look on his face. “The more I think about the **** I did, the more I realized what it was all in service of. I was helping people, whose only goal was to preserve the old Earth; segregated nations, constant tension and war. What's the good of that?” He smiled at me, apparently very pleased to hear it. “So, you're saying-” “I'm saying, for what it's worth, I deserve to be in here. Who knows what the people I busted out of prison went on to do?” “Well, suffice to say, I know quite well.” “Oh? And just who are you to be privy to such knowledge?” I mused. “Agent Jones.” He said. “Office of Naval Intelligence.” “O.N.I.?” “That's correct Mr. Doyle.” “Okay... so what're you doing here? What's all this have to do with me?” “I find myself in need of a man who can organize a prison break. Specifically, we need you assistance in breaching a Covenant Remnant's prison, to rescue one of our own.” “Wait... Remnant? Does that mean-” “Yes, Mr. Doyle.” Agent Jones said with a smile. “The War with the Covenant has ended.” “Jesus... Never thought I'd see the day...” “Not many of us did.” He nodded, momentarily losing his “mysterious G-man” air. He composed himself again, and narrowed his eyes at me. “However, those the remain are still dangerous.” “Well... You've told me what you want, now tell me why I want to help you.” I said, kicking my feet up on the table. “Of course, you'd be given a full pardon.” “That's all?” I said, casually glancing out of the window. “Be mighty hard to get back into normal life. All things considered.” “Don't play coy with me, Doyle. Tell me what you want.” “I'm not looking for a lump sum or anything. Money runs out, and I guarantee people still remember me. I ain't gonna find a job anytime soon. So here's what I propose. I do this job for you, I get whoever you need out of wherever they are. You hire me.” “And why would I want to do that?” “You want your boy outta prison, don't ya?” “I'm talking about afterward.” “Well, You ONI folks got prisons, don't ya? Now... who would be a better suited candidate to critique a prison's security set up, than a man who made his bones breaking them?” “I... see.” “Not to mention, you'll always have a reliable escape artist on your payroll. And one who can help root out a few VERY choice Insurrectionist locations you boys wouldn't find on your own in a million years.” Jones tapped his fingers on the table, seemingly mulling over what I had said. Finally he looked at me. “On one condition.” “Name it.” “You're on probation. You do ONE thing that I don't like, and it's back to your cell.” I shrugged. “I'll take what I can get. It's a deal.”

From what I've seen, this is the equivalent of a game of Airsoft to them. And Airsofters get pretty dude-bro after a solid game.

Das a gud idea.

I really need to see why people feel so adamantly against them. I've played the Beta, and that was the first thing that jumped out at me that I liked. In games like Killzone 3, and Farcry 3, the post-game cutscenes showed the best players in the cutscenes, which I loved. It always felt cool to be winning a game on Killzone; and see my character leading the charge in a between-rounds cutscene. It adds personality to a game, something I find a lot of modern FPS's to be sorely lacking. So please, explain in detail why you don't like them. And don't bother telling me they break game flow. Three seconds of your time isn't going to break the flow of your game. If three seconds out of a game makes that big of a difference for you, you may need to seek medical help, or at least go outside for a while.

Take your daily dose!