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That looked stupid as hell.

My wife... she's afraid of zombies. And gunshots--especially when shot akimbo-style. And revving chainsaws. And being spit upon by dead...things. Headphones would be nifty because, well, I wouldn't get divorced just for SAVING THE WORLD.

You had me at Diablo.

The horrible space apes of the Covenant hierarchy, the Brutes.

A sniper rifle, quietly propped in a corner by itself.

A Warthog.

Master Chief while he's on the Halo.

The Halo.

What's that? Master Chief? Okay.

Wait, wait... nope. Still Master Chief.