Master Chief and the BMX Arbiter

It had started off like most Sunday evenings: dozing on the sofa, completely jet-lagged, watching the most comically inept display of defending in a football match I’ve seen for a long time. No, not Aberdeen; Cameroon in the African Cup of Nations final. Fortunately my Setanta was playing up so I couldn’t actually see the Dons getting bent over a table and violated by Celtic.

Earlier on, I’d hooked up Scott’s Xbox 360 and had a play around on Halo 3 in 720p/5.1 surround loveliness. Very sexy. Scott turned up back at the flat with a new Xbox controller for me to use and we sat down for an evening of Halo and banana beer. It was at this point it dawned on me: I need a new TV. Badly. Don’t get me wrong, I really like my TV. It’s a slick wee 23″ LCD that can happily handle HD up to 1080i. It looks a good size in my relatively small living room. But when you’re trying to exterminate a Flood infestation with a flame thrower on split screen, it’s disturbingly small.

Also, I can’t help but feel that co-op mode’s 2 main protagonists are somewhat reminiscent of a Mitchell and Webb sketch (the title for the post was what I had in mind). It’s all “oh thank God you’re here, Master Chief!” and “go get ‘em Chief” and nobody even acknowledges the Arbiter, even when it was him who took out the big fuck off enemy ship that was raining explosive death down on the marines. Maybe if they spent a bit more time trying to take out the enemy instead of sucking off Master Chief they wouldn’t be in the predicament they found themselves in. Fucking twats. And yes, I was playing as the Arbiter