I can recommend this because there are four stone cold classics and the very good ODST for only forty bucks, but may 343i never see the light of heaven both for making Halo 4 and for thinking they are slick for including it alongside these other juggernauts.

Halo 4 is a grating farce on all fronts, from its combat, the horribly-written story, the worst sound design I have ever come across, the voice acting, the mind-numbing ordeal of Spartan Ops that completely whiffs on understanding what makes Halo so fun to begin with; it's all simply inexcusable from a company backed by *Microsoft*. The Prometheans are a chore to deal with—fighting Watchers feels like playing Duck Hunt in the worst way, and it's laughable that a group as highly touted in the Halo universe as the Prometheans, with all the backing of Forerunner knowledge and technology, decided a robot dog was what was needed for defense. What are we doing, 343i?

And yet because I have the brain of a baby and for some reason derive serotonin from achievement hunting, I have arbitrarily forced myself to endure this abomination of a game for a nice virtual ribbon on my profile. This hasn't really been a review so much as me venting. I understand all of this is entirely self-inflicted.

I can recommend this because there are four stone cold classics and the very good ODST for only forty bucks, but may 343i never see the light of heaven both for making Halo 4 and for thinking they are slick for including it alongside these other juggernauts. Halo 4 is a grating farce on all fronts, from its combat, the horribly-written story, the worst sound design I have ever come across, the voice acting, the mind-numbing ordeal of Spartan Ops that completely whiffs on understanding what makes Halo so fun to begin with; it's all simply inexcusable from a company backed by *Microsoft*. The Prometheans are a chore to deal with—fighting Watchers feels like playing Duck Hunt in the worst way, and it's laughable that a group as highly touted in the Halo universe as the Prometheans, with all the backing of Forerunner knowledge and technology, decided a robot dog was what was needed for defense. What are we doing, 343i? And yet because I have the brain of a baby and for some reason derive serotonin from achievement hunting, I have arbitrarily forced myself to endure this abomination of a game for a nice virtual ribbon on my profile. This hasn't really been a review so much as me venting. I understand all of this is entirely self-inflicted.