TDM

I have figured it out....Here we go.. Halo 2 came out 10 years ago. Now, take the 2 in Halo 2 and divide 10 by 2. Now we have 5. Take the 4 games in the MCC and multiply that by 5. Now we have 20. Take the 5 from Halo 5: Guardians and take that from 20. Now we have 15. We have exactly 6 Remastered maps, take that from 15. Now we have 9. Now divide 9 by the number of years until a possible H3 Anniversary. Now we have 3. ...Half-Life 3 confirmed.

If you go to HaloWaypoint.com, go to 'Community' and go to their forums. They should have a Halo Support forum where you can post these problems.

No problem, as a part of community I think it is my duty to help other members of the Halo fan base. I'm hoping the freezing issue is resolved soon, and like I said, be sure to report it to 343i right away. They'll know what to do.

The game crashes for me during match making loading screens, after matches, and very rarely mid-match. If you are having issues with campaign, especially while paused, I recommend getting in touch with 343i on that one. However, if you bought a physical copy and not a download, the disc may have some reading errors. 343 is looking hard into these issues, and I think if you report these they will try their best to get it patched up for you, as well as anyone else experiencing this problem.

Also keep in mind that the swords of the elites are also visible. (In old graphics from what I remember) This will make them easier to spot, and the sword is quite dangerous. If you lost all your sniper ammo during the storm up to the ship, I recommend having a shotgun or magnum on you, either one works wonders... Especially the Magnum.

You may want to check waypoint, but do keep in mind - Match making is still having issues for certain people and you may be one of those effected by this. 343i is trying their best to fix it, thank the heavens. And trust me, I went from rank 2, back to 1, and back to 2. So it should be 7 again at some point

The Game Cube Map Pack is open for anyone, and everyone to join in on the fun. If you want to make it an official map, just put [GCN] infront of the name and some info in the description. This is a fun project, and I am glad people are inspired to join in on the fun.

I've been here on, n' off. Day in, day out. Sometimes months apart. But one thing I have learned here in most of my time is what friendship really is, and that no matter what age a person is you shouldn't segregate them based upon that fact. I've participated in events, from my first Spadez N' AZ Member of the Month event, to defending the forum in the Ninjas vs. the Forum events... To the most recent, and very exciting Master Chief Collection event. Now, I know what you're thinkin'.. What does this have to do with who I am? It's not that this is necessarily me, but it is what defined who I am as a person today. And for that, I have to give my thanks to all the people that are here that have been with me every step of the way, from old friends like Ledgend1221, E Sword of Lord, HungryKestrel87, Lycaoni, AIGamerGirl, and now a famous newscaster here - Elfward Kenway. All the way to people I honestly didn't know I'd really like at all, because I though that the mods were just there to solve issues, I didn't know they were in on all the fun too. Like Church, RedStarRocket91, Drizzy_Dan, Twam, Azaxx, DocSpartanO07, even 343iBot when she wakes up in the trollish mood. The moderators are nice people, and if it weren't for them, I wouldn't have made a tradition known as art week something fun around the forums, and I wouldn't have had so much support from them when I am here. Twam I have to thank for giving us this lovely site, with out it I don't know where my life would be. I've been here for over a year now, April 7th, 2013 was the day I joined. Just before my birthday, a day later. I wanted to say thank you to all of you who've made my time here fun, and for many more years to come. And I want to apologize that I haven't been here as much, because for all that you guys n' gals have done for me, I feel I need to return the favor. I will try my absolute best to stay on my current project, the Game Cube Map Pack. Odd-Runner isn't long gone, I just haven't said good-bye to it yet... I still have hope. Thanks for reading, and please - Have a nice day. -TDM Link to Game Cube Map Pack thread if interested: http://www.343indust...nt/#entry344557

That could be easily managed, given the power at our hands with the Xbox One.... That would truly be a good project... Hmm... I'll look through some things..

You've got that right. Sweet! If you want, you can make some Zelda contributions to the pack if you'd like. All you'd have to do is name your official map [GCN] Insert Name Here... and you'd be good. The description would just have to say, 'Part of the Game Cube Map Pack' with some insight as to what the map is from. I don't mind this becoming a community project, because the more maps, the merrier. (My map isn't named [GCN] Delfino Airstrip because I plan on making an even better version in the future. I always start with a basic layout and then improve it when I get the chance, which I should hit up this weekend.)

Fixed that. Thanks.

Hello everyone, I am Bits n' Pieces, also known as The Dumb Weasel! And I would like to officially announce my new forge project... This project is a one man project, and I plan on bringing some well known Game Cube maps into the Halo world. I also made a small video about it! (It's like... Not very good, I've not taken a film class yet. But hey, I tried.) Along with a quick build of.. Well... You'll see it when you watch it. The map is out as a demo for now, and I'm currently working on what game types they will be compatible with. Thanks for reading. -TDW UPDATE: Small video with a list of games I plan on using maps from. (1 inspired by Bnus' Legend of Zelda idea. )

So, recently we got to see a few sets of armor that you can earn in the Halo 5 Guardians Multi-player beta, but what is the difference between Mark VI and Mark VI Scarred? Here are the noticeable things... Mark VI (Normal Variant) And here we have the Mark VI Scarred Variant. One thing you can notice is the way the armor looks. We can see that some assets from the normal set are missing or changed in the Scarred version. But... We also notice that scarred has a cracked visor! Whether this brings an aesthetic effect to the table or not though is something I and quite eager to find out...

Welcome to the forums! I hope you wish to stay for a while, and enjoy that stay! There's lots of people here that are like friends to me and in sometime will most likely be great friends to you too! See ya forumside!

Hello, I just happened to find this and thought that you guys would like to read this amazing piece of art. DISCLAIMER: I DIDN'T MAKE THIS. “I could tell you of the great battle, centuries ago… how the Traveler was crippled. I could tell you of the power of the Darkness, its ancient enemy. There are many tales, told throughout the City to frighten children. Lately those tales have stopped. Now… the children are frightened anyway.” “The Darkness is coming back. We will not survive it this time.” “Its armies surround us. The Fallen are just the beginning.” “What can I do?” “You must push back the Darkness. Guardians are fighting on Earth and beyond… join them. Your Ghost will guide you. I only hope he chose wisely.” The Speaker heard the pair leave, but he didn’t watch. Instead, he climbed the stairs, lost to his own thoughts. Meanwhile, the Entangled Particle Relay continued its relentless dance. Semicircle beams of relic iron lined with hadronic disperses spun in infinite loops, one inside the other to give the illusion of spheres contained within one another. His mind spun too, listlessly and unintelligibly as the EPR. Reaching the top of the stairs, he looked over his corner of the world. Remove the Golden Age technology and all he had was a table, a chair, shelves, books, and paper. He sat at the table, straight and regal, appearing everything expected of his station. Lingering light from the sunset reflected off his mask as he said softly, “Ghost?” There was a small flash of light as the Speaker’s Ghost materialized in front of its companion. The gray, floating miracle stared momentarily with its blue eye. For the shortest time, it seemed to be a diamond shape, but, as with any processing Ghost, its back and front halves began turning independently of one another, giving the impression that the Ghost was going from diamond to star and back again. A soft, feminine voice issued from the machine along with the whir and click of the uncountable parts inside of it, “Speaker?” “Please seal the observatory for the evening.” “Right away, Speaker.” The Ghost flew down the stairs to an access panel underneath the Speaker’s work station. A brilliant blue light shot from the Ghost and struck the panel, connecting it directly to the panel’s electronics via a constant stream of electrons. Within seconds, the walls of the building began to shift, spreading out to close in the two from the rest of the Tower. As the Ghost flew back up the stairs, it added with the slightest hint of derisiveness, “The children are frightened anyway, hm?” The blank mask of the Speaker turned to stare at the machine. “Do not start with me tonight, Ghost.” He reached his hands up under the hood he always wore, unlatching the clips that held his mask in place. “Why not? There isn’t anything special about tonight; you’ve nothing to do except stare at the recent reports from the EPR.” It flitted back and forth around the Speaker and his desk, watching him. “Because there is nothing to discuss.” He pulled off that heavy mask, revealing a face that hadn’t been seen by anyone but his Ghost since he was first resurrected by the Light. Even though the building was now hermetically sealed, he could swear he felt a faint breeze across his face and with that breeze he couldn’t help but let his mind slip into memories and longings. There was a time before the Collapse; he was there. There had been prosperity and life and wonder and power and… he had died in a car crash. No matter the life expectancy of any race, no one even during the Golden Age survived a freak decapitation. And yet, here he was, resurrected by the Traveler, by the Light like thousands of Guardians before and thousands since. All of them were warriors. Not him, no, he still remembered the Ghost’s reasoning: Your ears have always been open and your tongue waiting to speak. Now, it will wait no more. He was currently failing at his supposed first gift. His companion’s voice had drifted into his senses, so he replied, “I apologize, but say that again.” The Ghost angled down some so that part of its blue eye would be obscured. It hoped to reflect the emotion of annoyance as well as it could vocalize. “You told that guardian nothing! You didn’t answer a single of her questions and yet you expect her to rush off and die for the Tower! No history lesson, no exposition, no explanation, just ‘The Darkness is coming back.” The Speaker sat his mask of the desk and leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling, allowing a moment of reprieve from his constant aura of vigilance. “If she is so curious, she can ask her Ghost and access its Grimoire to learn what she needs. Beyond that, I hear her Vanguard already made contact. She will be fine.”There was a long pause filled only with the ever-spinning motion of the EPR in the background of the conversation. The Ghost finally replied, “You didn’t even bother asking her name, did you?” A sigh escaped his lips and he asked, “Do you know how many hundreds… thousands of guardians I have directed to battle back against the Darkness?” There was a whir as the Ghost prepared to respond, but he interrupted, “No, I do not need to hear the full number.” The Ghost flew above its companion, blocking his vision of the ceiling and looking him directly in the eye. “There was a time when you cherished every Light-born that walked through those doors; you used to walk with them through the Tower, showing all the splendor that still existed even after the Collapse.” “And I have been here for almost a century now.” The Speaker flicked his wrist at the machine, shooing it away as he sat up and gazed at the EPR. He continued as if he were talking to himself, “A century of staring at this machine, waiting for nine particles buried deep in our broken salvation to turn, watching their entangled particles spin these beams, and watching the hadronic hologram flicker every day.” He peered into the faintly glowing, green sphere at the center of the massive device. “A nanometer’s change could warn us of a Fallen attack, could tell us how to restart the Golden Age, could tell me all the ways I’ve misheard the Traveler.” “I have taken volumes of notes trying to decipher the Traveler. I have stained countless gloves with ink trying to condense a medium of information that contains a few googolplexes of possible iterations down to a legible two dimensional representation.” With a brief pause, the Speaker picked up one of numerous pieces of parchment that were scattered across his desk and the floor. He stared at the colored sphere with intersecting lines, reading vague themes like reading a poem in a foreign language. He tossed the paper aside, letting it drift down and join its brethren on the floor as he continued, “I have held microcosms of the Darkness, stared into them, and have been duly judged in the same manner by our enemy.” The Ghost hovered down to just above the desk’s surface to look up at his face, trying to seem sympathetic as it said, “But the guardians-” “The guardians have been dying the whole time!” His shout echoed through the massive room, once, twice, thrice back to them. Each time his voice sounded weaker, closer to how tired he truly felt. “I sit in this room, this cell, every day and night. Meals are brought to me; I no longer sleep; I take three walks along the Tower a day. Beyond that, I listen to the Traveler, I attempt to give discernable directions, guardians come, and guardians die… yet you expect me to learn each of their names?” “Wouldn’t it be a way to honor each of their deaths?” The Ghost’s voice seemed softer and hesitant, looking down now. The Speaker’s voice calmed again and he lifted his mask back up from the desk as he replied, “To what end? Each was already dead. Each was lifted from the grave, pointed in my direction, and told to walk. I then point each in the direction of the enemy and tell them to kill.” He placed that mask back on his face and felt its security and its strength. It was the power of anonymity and of false, rumored power that straightened his back and held his head higher. He slid his chair over to stare into a circle of relic iron built with sliders and extensions to cover what the viewer sees; it was the Traveler-made compatriot of the EPR, a measuring device, the Viewer. As he peered through to focus on the hadron particles coalescing in the Traveler’s endless song, he felt his only self-admitted gift return; he felt his walls strengthen again. “I point them and tell them to kill just like a gun in the hands of a guardian. Do you think any Titan has ever stopped to tell his auto rifle why it was shooting the life form in front of it? No, it would be meaningless for the gun and, in short time, the gun will be replaced. Ghost, they are more weapons than soldiers; they see others like them performing the same action as they have been instructed, so they follow. They fight because they know nothing else.” He looked down to grab a pen and start sketching the form playing before his eyes. As he worked diligently, he added, “No one asks a gun what its name is; no one names a gun.” There was a long silence between them as the Speaker continued to work. The EPR continued its spinning and the Ghost whirred, flittering here and there, trying to get a good view of the paper. Meanwhile, he continued to work while staring into the green glow. Sol fell from the sky and Luna, scarred and infested, limped into its celestial place. Finally, he set his pen down to look at his finalized work, but the Ghost saw its chance, “Cayde-6 names his guns.” The Speaker’s impassive mask turned to stare at the little machine; he avoided his own reactions though and replied, “Speaking of the Vanguard, unseal the room and call for them. If this is right, something has attracted the Fallen’s attention to the Skywatch in Old Russia.” The two stared at one another for another moment before the Ghost wordlessly flew away to follow the orders given to it. Original Link: http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/71041027/0/0

Totally called it! It's about time you got the spotlight Grif, or in this case, Hexter Grief. Enjoy your month in the minus green!! Hey... That's like a Halloween color too.