Spectral Jester

In the wake of apparent self-destruction of the Forerunner empire, two humans—Chakas and Riser—are like flotsam washed up on very strange shores indeed. Captured by the Master Builder, misplaced during a furious battle in space, they now find themselves on an inverted world where horizons rise into the sky, and where humans of all kinds are trapped in a perilous cycle of horror and neglect. For they have become both research animals and strategic pawns in a cosmic game whose madness knows no end—a game of ancient vengeance between the powers who seeded the galaxy with life, and the Forerunners who expect to inherit their sacred Mantle of duty to all living things. In the company of a young girl and an old man, Chakas begins an epic journey across a lost and damaged Halo in search of a way home, an explanation for the warrior spirits rising up within, and for the Librarian’s tampering with human destiny. HALO/SHIELD ALLIANCE 631 Record of communications with Autonomous Mechanical Intelligence (Forerunner Monitor). SCIENCE TEAM ANALYSIS: Appears to be severely damaged duplicate (?) of device previously reported lost/destroyed (File Ref. Dekagram- 721- 64- 91.) Machine language records attached as holographic files. Incomplete and failed translation attempts deleted for brevity. TRANSLATION STYLE: LOCALIZED. Some words and phrases remain obscure. First successful AI translation: RESPONSE STREAM #1351 [DATE REDACTED] 1621 hours (Repeated every 64 seconds.) What am I, really? A long time ago, I was a living, breathing human being. I went mad. I served my enemies. They became my only friends. Since then, I’ve traveled back and forth across this galaxy, and out to the spaces between galaxies—a greater reach than any human before me. You have asked me to tell you about that time. Since you are the true Reclaimers, I must obey. Are you recording? Good. Because my memory is failing rapidly. I doubt I’ll be able to finish the story. Once, on my birth-world, a world I knew as Erde-Tyrene, and which now is called Earth, my name was Chakas. . . . Multiple data streams detected. COVENANT LANGUAGE STREAM identified. SCIENCE TEAM ANALYSIS: Prior contact with Covenant likely. Break for recalibration of AI translator. SCIENCE TEAM LEADER to MONITOR: “We realize the difficulty of accessing all parts of your vast store of knowledge, and we’d like to help you in any way we can, including making necessary repairs . . . if we can be made to understand how you actually work. “What we’re having difficulty with is your contention that you were once a human being—over a thousand centuries ago. But rather than waste time with a full discussion of these matters, we’ve decided to proceed directly to your narrative. Our team has a dual focus for its questions. “First question: When did you last have contact with the Forerunner known as the Didact, and under what circumstances did you part ways? “Second question: What goals did Forerunners hope to achieve in their ancient relations with humans? . . .” RESPONSE STREAM #1352 [DATE REDACTED] 2350 hours (first portion lost, nonrepeating): ONE . . . LOOKED ACROSS THE deck of the star boat at the Didact—a massive, gray- black shadow with the face of a warrior god. He was impassive, as usual. Far below, at the center of a great gulf of night filled with many ships, lay a planet under siege—the quarantined prison world of the San’Shyuum. “What will happen to us?” I asked. “They will punish,” Riser said gloomily. “We’re not supposed to be here!” I turned to my small companion, reached to touch the long, dry fingers of his outstretched hand, and shot an angry glance at Bornstellar, the young Manipular that Riser and I had guided to Djamonkin Crater. He would not meet my eyes. Then, faster than thought or reflex, something cold and bright and awful carved up the distance between us, split-ting us apart in blue- white silence. War sphinxes with passionless faces moved in and scooped us up in transparent bubbles. I saw the Didact and Bornstellar packed away in their own bubbles like trophies. . . . The Didact seemed composed, prepared—Bornstellar, as frightened as I was. The bubble sucked in around me. I was caught in sudden stillness, my ears stuffed, my eyes darkened. This is how a dead man feels. For a time, surrounded by senseless dark or flashes of nothing I could understand, I believed I was about to be ferried across the western water to the far grasslands where I would await judgment under the hungry gaze of sabertooths, hyenas, buzzards, and the great-winged eagles. I tried to prepare myself by listing my weaknesses, that I might appear humble before the judgment of Abada the Rhinoceros; that Abada might fend off the predators, and especially the hyenas; and that his old friend the Great Elephant might re-member me and nudge my bones from the dirt, back to life, before the time that ends all. (For so I have seen in the sacred caves.) But the stillness and silence continued. I felt a small itch in the pit of my arm, and in my ear, and then on my back where only a friend can reach. . . . The dead do not itch. Slowly, with a flickering rhythm, like the waving of a fan, the stiff blue silence lifted, scattering visions between shadows of blankness and misery. I saw Riser wrapped in another bubble not far from me, and Bornstellar beside him. The Didact was not with us. My ears seemed to pop—a painful, muffled echo in my head. Now I heard distant words . . . and listened closely. We had been taken prisoner by a powerful Forerunner called the Master Builder. The Didact and the Master Builder had long opposed each other. I learned as well that Riser and I were prizes to be stolen from the Didact. We would not be destroyed right away; we had value, for the Librarian had imprinted us at birth with ancient memories that might prove useful. For a time, I wondered if we were about to be introduced to the hideous Captive—the one my ancient ancestors had locked away for so many thousands of years, the one re-leased by the Master Builder’s ignorant testing of his new weapon-toy, a gigantic ring called Halo. . . . Then I felt another presence in my head. I had felt this before, first while walking over the ruins at Charum Hakkor, and then later, witnessing the plight of humanity’s old al-lies, the once beautiful and sensuous San’Shyuum, in their quarantined system. Old memories seemed to be traveling across great distances to reassemble, like members of a tribe long lost to each other . . . struggling to retrieve one personality, not my own. In my boredom, thinking this was merely a strange sort of dream, I reached out as if to touch the jittering pieces. . . . And was back on Charum Hakkor, walking the parapet above the pit, where the Captive had been imprisoned for more than ten thousand years. My dream-body—oft-wounded, plagued with aches and motivated by a festering hatred— approached the railing and looked down upon the thick-domed timelock. The lock had been split wide like the casing of a great bomb. Something that smelled like thunder loomed behind me. It cast a shimmering green shadow—a shadow with far too many arms! I tried to turn and could not. . . . Nor could I hear myself scream. Soon enough I lapsed back into a void filled with prickly irritations: itching but unable to scratch, thirsty but without water, muscles both frozen and restless. . . . Viscera trying to writhe. Hungry and nauseated at the same time. This long, weightless suspension was suddenly interrupted by violent shaking. I was falling. Through the filters of my Forerunner armor, my skin sensed heat, and I glimpsed blossoms of fire, searing blasts of energy trying but failing to reach in and cook me—then, more buffeting, accompanied by the gut-wrenching shudder of distant explosions. Came a final slamming impact. My jaw snapped up and my teeth almost bit through my tongue. Still, at first there was no pain. Fog filled me. Now I knew I was dead and felt some relief. Perhaps I had already been punished sufficiently and would be spared the attentions of hyenas and buzzards and eagles. I anticipated joining my ancestors, my grandmother and grandfather, and if my mother had died in my absence, her as well. They would cross rich green prairies to greet me, floating over the ground, smiling and filled with love, and beside them would pad the jaguar that snarls at the sabertooth, and slither the great crocodile that darts from the mud to put to flight the ravenous buzzards—in that place where all hatred is finally extinguished. There, my good family spirits would welcome me, and my troubles would be over. (For so I had seen in the sacred caves.) I was not at all happy when I realized yet again that this darkness was not death, but another kind of sleep. My eyes were closed. I opened them. Light flooded in on me, not very bright, but after the long darkness, it seemed blinding. It was not a spiritual light. Blurry shapes moved around me. My tongue decided to hurt horribly. I felt hands tugging and fumbling at my arms and legs, and smelled something foul—my own scat. Very bad. Spirits don’t stink. I tried to raise my hand, but someone held it down and there was another struggle. More hands forcibly bent my arms and legs at painful angles. Slowly I puzzled this out. I was still wearing the broken Forerunner armor the Didact had given me on his ship. Stooped and bent shapes were pulling me from that stinking shell. When they had finished, I was laid out flat on a hard surface. Water poured cool and sweet over my face. The crusted salt of my upper lip stung my tongue. I fully opened my puffy eyes and blinked up at a roof made of woven reeds thatched with leaves and branches. Sprawled on the cold, gritty platform, I was no better than a newborn: naked, twitching, bleary-eyed, mute from shock. Cool, careful fingers wiped my face clean, then rubbed grassy juice under my nose. The smell was sharp and wakeful. I drank more water—muddy, earthy, inexpressibly sweet. Against flickering orange light I could now make out a single figure—black as night, slender as a young tree— rubbing its fingers beside its own broad nose, over its wide, rounded cheeks, then combing them through the hair on its scalp. It rubbed this soothing skin-oil on my chapped, cracked lips. I wondered if I was again being visited, as I was at birth, by the supreme Lifeshaper whom the Didact claimed was his wife—the Librarian. But the figure that hovered over me was smaller, darker—not a beautiful memory but solid flesh. I smelled a woman. A young woman. That scent brought an extraordinary change to my outlook. Then I heard others murmuring, followed by sad, desperate laughter, followed by words I barely understood . . . words from ancient languages I had never heard spoken on Erde-Tyrene. How then could I understand them at all? What kind of beings were these? They looked human in outline—several kinds of human, perhaps. Slowly, I reengaged the old memories within me, like digging out the roots of a fossil tree . . . and found the necessary knowledge. Long ago, thousands of years before I was born, humans had used such words. The assembled shadows around me were commenting on my chances of recovery. Some were doubtful. Others expressed leering admiration for the female. A few grinding voices discussed whether the strongest man in the village would take her. The tree-slender girl said nothing, merely giving me more water. Finally, I tried to speak, but my tongue wouldn’t work properly. Even without being half- bitten through, it was not yet trained to form the old words. “Welcome back,” the girl said. Her voice was husky but musical. Gradually my vision cleared. Her face was round and so black it was almost purple. “Your mouth is full of blood. Don’t talk. Just rest.” I closed my eyes again. If I could only make myself speak, the Librarian’s imprint from ancient human warriors might prove useful after all. “He came in armor, like a crab,” said a low, grumbling male voice. So many of these voices sounded frightened, furtive—cruel and desperate. “He fell after the brightness and burning in the sky, but he’s not one of the Forerunners.” “The Forerunners died. He did not,” the girl said. “Then they’ll come hunting him. Maybe he killed them,” another voice said. “He’s no use to us. He could be a danger. Put him out in the grass for the ants.” “How could he kill the Forerunners?” the girl asked. “He was in a jar. The jar fell and cracked open when it hit the ground. He lay in the grass for an entire night while we cowered in our huts, but the ants did not bite him.” “If he stays, there will be less food for the rest of us. And if Forerunners lost him, then they will come looking for him and punish us.” I listened to these suppositions with mild interest. I knew less about such matters than the shadows did. “Why?” the dark girl asked. “They kept him in the jar. We saved him. We took him out of the heat. We will feed him and he will live. Besides, they punish us no matter what we do.” “They haven’t come for many days to take any of us away,” said another voice, more calm or more resigned. “After the fires in the sky, the city and the forest and the plain are quiet. We no longer hear their sky boats. Maybe they’re all gone.” The voices from the milling circle dulled and faded. None of what they said made much sense. I had no idea where I might be. I was too tired to care. I don’t know how long I slept. When I opened my eyes again, I looked to one side, then the other. I was lying inside a wide meeting house with log walls. I was naked but for two pieces of worn, dirty cloth. The meeting house was empty, but at my groan, the dark girl came through the reed-covered doorway and kneeled down beside me. She was younger than me. Little more than a girl—not quite a woman. Her eyes were large and reddish brown, and her hair was a wild tangle the color of water-soaked rye grass. “Where am I?” I asked clumsily, using the old words as best I could. “Maybe you can tell us. What’s your name?” “Chakas,” I said. “I don’t know that name,” the girl said. “Is it a secret name?” “No.” I focused on her, ignoring the silhouettes of others as they filed back in through the door and stood around me. Other than the tree-slender female, most of them kept well back, in a wide circle. One of the old men stepped forward and tried to pluck at the girl’s shoulder. She shrugged his hand away, and he cackled and danced off. “Where do you come from?” she asked me. “Erde-Tyrene,” I said. “I don’t know that place.” She spoke to the others. No one else had heard of it. “He’s no good to us,” an older man said, one of the shrill, argumentative voices from earlier. He was heavy of shoulder and low of forehead and smacked his thick lips in disapproval. All different types of human being were here, as I had guessed—but none as small as Riser. I missed Riser and wondered where he had ended up. “This one fell from the sky in a jar,” the older man repeated, as if the story was already legend. “The jar landed in the dry short grass and cracked and broke, and not even the ants thought he was worth eating.” Another man picked up the tale. “Someone high above lost him. The flying shadows dropped him. He’ll just bring them back sooner, and this time they’ll take us all to the Palace of Pain.” I did not like the sound of that. “Are we on a planet?” I asked the girl. The words I chose meant “big home,” “broad land,” “all- under- sky.” The girl shook her head. “I don’t think so.” “Is it a great star boat, then?” “Be quiet and rest. Your mouth is bleeding.” She gave me more water and wiped my lips. “You’ll have to choose soon,” the old, cackling one said. “Your Gamelpar can’t protect you now!” Then the others went away. I rolled over. Later, she shook me awake. “You’ve slept long enough,” she said. “Your tongue isn’t bleeding now. Can you tell me what it’s like where you come from? Up in the sky? Try to speak slowly.” I moved lips, tongue, jaw. All were sore, but I could talk easily enough. I propped myself up on my elbow. “Are you all human?” She hummed through her nose and leaned forward to wipe my eyes. “We’re the Tudejsa, if that’s what you’re asking.” Later I would put this word in context and understand that it meant the People from Here, or just the People. “And this isn’t Erde-Tyrene.” “I doubt it. Where we are is a place between other places. Where we came from, we will never see again. Where we are going, we do not want to be. So we live here and wait. Some-times Forerunners take us away.” “Forerunners . . . ?” “The gray ones. The blue ones. The black ones. Or their machines.” “I know some of them,” I said. She looked dubious. “They don’t like us. We’re happy they haven’t come for many days. Even before the sky be-came bright and filled with fi re—” “Where do they come from—these People?” I waved my arm at the silhouettes still coming and going through the door, some smacking their lips in judgment and making disapproving sounds. “Some of us come from the old city. That’s where I was born. Others have gathered from across the plain, from river and jungle, from the long grass. Some walked here five sleeps ago, after they saw you fall from the sky in your jar. One fellow tries to make people pay to see you.” I heard a scuffle outside, a yelp, and then three burly gawkers shuffled in, keeping well back from us. “The cackling ******* who fancies you?” I asked her. She shook her head. “Another fool. He wants more food. They just knock him down and kick him aside.” She didn’t seem to like many of the People. “Valley, jungle, river . . . city, prairie. Sounds like home,” I said. “It isn’t.” She swept her gaze around the gawkers with pinched disappointment. “We are not friends, and no one is willing to be family. When we are taken away, it brings too much pain.” I raised myself on my arm. “Am I strong enough to go outside?” She pressed me back down. Then she pushed the gawkers out, looked back, and stepped through the hanging grass door. When she returned, she carried a roughly carved wooden bowl. With her fingers she spooned some of the contents into my mouth: bland mush, ground- up grass seed. It didn’t taste very good—what I could taste of it—but what I swallowed stayed in my stomach. Soon I felt stronger. Then she said, “Time to go outside, before someone decides to kill you.” She helped me to my feet and pushed aside the door- hanging. A slanting burst of bluish white glare dazzled me. When I saw the color of that light, a feeling of dread, of not wanting to be where I was, came on me fierce. It was not a good light. But she persisted and pulled me out under the purple- blue sky. Shielding my eyes, I finally located the horizon— rising up like a distant wall. Turning slowly, swiveling my neck despite the pain, I tracked that far wall until it began to curve upward, ever so gently. I swung around. The horizon curved upward to both sides. Not good, not right. Horizons do not curve up. I followed the gradually rising sweep higher and higher. The land kept climbing like the slope of a mountain— climbing but narrowing, until I could see both sides of a great, wide band filled with grassland, rocky fields . . . mountains. Some distance away, a foreshortened and irregular dark blue smear crossed almost the entire width of the band, flanked and interrupted by the nearest of those mountains—possibly a large body of water. And everywhere out there on the band—clouds in puffs and swirls and spreading white shreds, like streamers of fleece in a cleansing river. Weather. Higher and higher . . . I leaned my head back as far as I could without falling over—until the rising band crossed into shadow and slimmed to a skinny, perfect ribbon that cut the sky in half and just hung there—a dark blue, overarching sky bridge. At an angle about two-thirds of the way up one side of the bridge, perched just above the edge, was the source of the intense, purple-blue light: a small, brilliant sun. Turning around again, cupping my hand over the blue sun, I studied the opposite horizon. The wall on that side was too far away to see. But I guessed that both sides of the great ribbon were flanked by walls. Definitely not a planet. My hopes fell to zero. My situation had not improved in any way. I was not home. I was very far from any home. I had been deposited on one of the great, ring-shaped weapons that had so entranced and divided my Forerunner captors. I was marooned on a Halo.

Microsoft has released details of the third batch of DLC for Epic's manly man-shooter, Gears of War 3. Called Fenix Rising, it features new maps, new character skins and a new XP system. There are five new maps included in the pack, each of which draws from the history of the series. Academy is set in the military school Marcus was destined to attend, but defied tradition by skipping. Anvil takes place in the destroyed fortress of Anvegad, while Depths is where Marcus' dad, Adam Fenix, was held captive. Meanwhile, Escalation takes place in and around the Fenix household and The Slab is the prison that Dom broke Marcus out of way back in Gears 1. All five of the maps are playable across Versus Multiplayer, Horde and Beast Mode. The skins on offer are spread across COG and Locust designs. The pack offers up Recruit Clayton, Thrashball Cole, Savage Marauder and Savage Kantus character models. Perhaps of most interest to the ultra-hardcore, however, is the new levelling system. This allows players to effectively "Prestige" once they hit level 100. Chose to do this and your experience and rank will be reset and your rank icon colour will change. This is possible up to three times, moving from Bronze to Red, Green and then Gold. Furthermore, each Prestige level (Epic are calling it "Re-up") after Bronze also awards the player an exclusive, custom weapon skin. These are: •Re-Up Plasma – Animated flowing plasma in gold. •Re-Up Omen – Shiny, red Omen. •Re-Up Electric – Animated, golden electric shocks. Out on Jan 17th, the Fenix Rising pack will set you back 800 MSP. Owners of the Season Pass get it for free.

If you've already consigned this year's Christmas offerings to the shelves to gather dust for a bit, then there's a few things here that might interest you, especially if you're up for some dealson board game adaptations and Dance Central DLC. If that doesn't float your boat, then there's All Zombies Must Die! and NFL Blitz to check out, as well as an incredibly late demo for Rise of Nightmares, and a forthcoming add-on for Forza Motorsport 4 with the January Jalopnik Pack. That's out in January, funnily enough. Take a look at what's on offer this week and next week on the Xbox Live Marketplace below: Xbox Live Arcade •All Zombies Must Die! - 29-Dec - 800 MSP •NFL Blitz - 4-Jan - 1200 MSP Game Add-Ons •Forza Motorsport 4 January Jalopnik Pack - 3-Jan - 560 MSP Deal of the Week 27-Dec–2-Jan •Full House Poker - 480 MSP (40% off) •Connect 4×4 - 400 MSP (50% off) •Jenga - 400 MSP (50% off) •Pictureka - 400 MSP (50% off) •Sorry! Slider - 400 MSP (50% off) •Sorry! - 400 MSP (50% off) •Boggle - 400 MSP (50% off) •Battleship - 400 MSP (50% off) •Yahtzee - 400 MSP (50% off) •Connect 4 - 400 MSP (50% off) •Scrabble - 400 MSP (50% off) Dancin’ Dancin’ Dancin’ - 3-Jan-9-Jan •Dance Central Dance Pack 05 - 480 MSP (33% off) •Dance Central DancePack 06 - 960 MSP (33% off) •Dance Central Dance Pack 07 - 960 MSP (33% off) •Dance Central Marathon Pack 02 - 1500 MSP (58% off) •Dance Central Marathon Pack 01 - 1400 MSP (58% off) •Black Eyed Peas – I Gotta Feeling - 160 MSP (33% off) •Dance Central Dance Pack 01 - 640 MSP (33% off) •Dance Central Dance Pack 02 - 640 MSP (33% off) •Dance Central Dance Pack 03 - 640 MSP (33% off) •Dance Central Dance Pack 04 - 640 MSP (33% off) Sales & Specials •Electronic Arts Publisher Sale - 3-Jan–9-Jan - Up to 50% off Games on Demand •Transformers: Dark of the Moon 27-Dec •Child of Eden 27-Dec •Wipeout: In the Zone 27-Dec •Resonance of Fate 27-Dec •Super Street Fighter IV 3-Jan •Naughty Bear 3-Jan •Backbreaker Football 3-Jan Demos •Rise of Nightmares 3-Jan Avatar Marketplace •Assassin’s Creed Universe 27-Dec •Fitness 27-Dec •Metal Gear Solid Update 27-Dec •Vampires/Werewolves 27-Dec •Kinect Disneyland Adventures – Update 2 3-Jan •Tattoo Collection 3-Jan

Its worth it, the 11th terminal is quite long, plus you get 100,000cR

I was a ps2 boy and I remember ir broke the wife went out and bought me an xbox as a replacement I was gutted, I didn't want a stinky rubbish Xbox, it came with Halo CE. I've never looked back lol, thank you wife best thing you ever bought

Finish game on legendary first. Then go back through game on easy/normal and do levels you don't have the terminals for. I played through the game on easy for the skulls and terminals Then played through on normal for achievement, did the same on heroic, now going through on legendary I love it that much lol

Full details here http://www.343industries.org/forum/topic/4769-secret-terminal-in-halo-waypoint-and-how-to-get-it/page__pid__41511#entry41511

There's nothing wrong with your Reach account, its all fine rank and cR intact

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If you read the press release put out earlier today, you probably saw the huge list of partners coming soon to Xbox 360 and may have missed the paragraph about the Xbox Companion app coming this week, so I wanted to share a few more details about it. Starting this Tuesday, Dec. 6, the free Xbox Companion app for Windows Phone will let you find, learn more about and control content from popular entertainment services on Xbox LIVE. This Xbox Companion app will have some cool new features to use with your Xbox 360 including: Xbox Companion search powered by Bing. Search the unified Xbox catalog for movies, TV shows, music, games and apps using the Windows phone. View a detailed unified results page across all content providers. You can see recently played games and apps and browse the Zune video catalog Using the Xbox Companion app you can learn more details about the movie, TV show, music or game that is playing on your console. You can also get friend activity (friends online, friends with beacons, friends who have recently played), achievements and related items. You’ll also be able to select a search result, and launch a movie, TV show, game or app on the connected console as well as play, pause, fw, rw the playing video or music on the connected Xbox,initiate media purchase and navigate your Xbox console with Windows Phone using the Xbox Companion. The Xbox Companion is a free app that launches on Tuesday, December 6th exclusively on Windows Phone. Courtesy of majornelson

Looks like Master Chief is going to receive a bit of a makeover in time for Halo 4, according to 343 Industry's Frank O'Connor. Speaking to Xbox World magazine (via CVG), the Halo Franchise Development Director said that the Chief's armour will look different the next time we see it. Apparently these changes are "fairly radical modifications" that are "connected to the story." O'Connor also revealed that the story will see Cortana in peril once more, but perhaps not for the reasons you would expect. "Seven years is the lifespan for a smart AI before it enters a state called rampancy," he said. "Cortana was getting close to the end of her natural lifespan at the end of Halo 3 but she has been exposed to far more information than any other AI in existence. She's going to develop some muscle from that process but it also contributes to her rampancy – that much information makes things worse." Halo 4′s is the first in a proposed trilogy of games which O'Connor aims will return a "sense of wonder and mystery" to the Halo series."We're definitely going back to that air of exploration, and putting in some surprises that I think people will like," he said. Halo 4 is set to hit in 2012.

As the Fall Xbox Live Dashboard Update is almost upon us, Microsoft has listed the wealth of TV content coming our way from tomorrow onwards, with an array of services being added from day one, and a whole lot more to come later in the month and in 2012. Initially, you'll only have access to a handful of television services, with the likes of Hulu Plus in the US and LOVEFiLM in the UK, whereas the rest of the month sees a load more being added, while 2012 sees the introduction of BBC services in the UK, HBO in the US and a whole lot more besides. So from tomorrow, your Xbox 360 will be a jack-of-all-trades, with streaming movies, music and television all part of the Xbox Live service. Oh, and it plays games too remember. Dec. 6: •EPIX. United States •ESPN on Xbox LIVE (ESPN). United States •Hulu. Japan •Hulu Plus. United States •LOVEFiLM. United Kingdom •Netflix. Canada, United States •Premium Play by (MediaSet). Italy •Sky Go (SkyDE). Austria, Germany •Telefónica España – Movistar Imagenio. Spain •TODAY (MSNBC). United States Later in December: •4 On Demand (C4). United Kingdom •ABC iView (Australian Broadcasting Corp.). Australia •AlloCiné. France (AlloCiné), Germany (Filmstarts), Spain (Sensacine), United Kingdom (Screenrush) •Astral Media’s Disney XD (Astral Media). Canada •blinkbox (blinkbox). United Kingdom •Crackle (Sony Pictures). Australia, Canada, United Kingdom, United States •Dailymotion. Available in 32 countries globally •Demand 5 (Five). United Kingdom •DIGI+ (CANAL+). Spain •GolTV (Mediapro). Spain •iHeartRadio (Clear Channel). United States •Mediathek/ZDF (ZDF). Germany •MSN. Canada, France, Germany, Italy, Mexico, United Kingdom •MSNBC.com. United States •MUZU.TV. Denmark, Finland, France, Germany, Ireland, Italy, Netherlands, Norway, Spain, Sweden, UK •ninemsn. Australia •Real Sports (Maple Leaf Sports). Canada •Rogers On Demand Online (Rogers Media). Canada •SBS ON DEMAND. Australia •TMZ (Warner Bros.). Canada, United States •TVE (RTVE.es). Spain •UFC on Xbox LIVE (UFC). Canada, United States •Verizon FiOS TV. United States •VEVO. Canada, Ireland, United Kingdom, United States •Vudu (Wal-Mart). United States •YouTube. Available in 24 countries globally Early 2012: •Antena 3 (Antena 3 de Televisión). Spain •BBC (BBC). United Kingdom •CinemaNow (Best Buy). United States •HBO GO (HBO). United States •MLB.TV (MLB Advanced Media). Australia, Brazil, Canada, Chile, Columbia, Czech Republic, France, Germany, India, Ireland, Italy, Japan, Korea, Mexico, Netherlands, New Zealand, Poland, Russia, South Africa, Spain, Sweden, Taiwan, United Kingdom, United States •Telenovelas/Sports (Televisa). Brazil, Chile, Colombia, France, Italy, Mexico, Spain, United Kingdom •Xfinity On Demand (Comcast). United States

This needs to be in the Halo Combat Evolved / Anniversary section.

Thought I wold post this up, yes Master Chief has different armour, and below explains why. This is a major spoiler so if you want to wait then dont click the spoiler button. Master Chief was on the spaceship for just about 1 year, with nothing to do, here is the reason why he has new armour.

Halotracker are having a great holiday charity event! It will take place on Saturday, December 17th, from 7pm GMT onwards. They'll be hosting three events: two races and a special edition Legendary Brawl. The winner of each race event will receive an 800 MS points code, and the winner of the Legendary Brawl event will win a custom Xbox 360 controller, courtesy of A4V Controllers. To enter, pay a $2 donation and post your gamertag and username in the sign-up thread. All proceeds will go to the Great Ormond Street Hospital, a UK-based charity that helps less fortunate children battling various illnesses. Sign up now! HaloTracker Christmas Charity Event

Super Jackpot Weekend is back for Big Team Battle action. This weekend you will have a chance to earn a 15,000 cR jackpot just for competing in the Anniversary Big Team Battle playlist. So grab some friends, hop online, and engage in some (big team) battle.

As Agent said above, how about guides for maps, how to control them do's and don'ts Maybe even weapon types where/when is best to use each type of weapon.

Good work Brony I have never played Minecraft, but the thread seems clear and precise.

Hmmm signatures all changed everybody? I'll be looking..........

Yep sorry you do need to find all terminals in Halo CEA first. Then you get access to extra cR and the exclusive terminal 11

holy sh!t Vit, i thought I would never see this day, I hope, no I pray you do return.

actually thinking about it, try it, ive uploaded the pictures so in theory you dont need to find all the terminals. load up waypoint, press start, then press x

LMAO, well 5000 posts is now the rank of Frankie, 4000 posts is Dr Catherine Halsey. I

4000 posts - The Biggles