Nothing… Nothing ends.
Simplest point of comparison with Halo is Star Wars. Two original-borrowed trilogies of soft sci-fi fantasy that broke barriers of paradigm and profit, only then to be cast adrift in the outer space of an expanded universe, occasionally pulled out of statis by old gloryhunters and new profiteers in search of new-old money and not much else beyond. No one will ever be able to recapture their bottled god-fire because it now permeates and binds the air around us, invigorating countless other franchises and indies across the galaxy. You can’t really make a new Halo when a new Halo already exists within most shooting games on the market today. All that’s left for the forerunner is to try and make something new to itself with its own old tools.
As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve worked with Microsoft on software projects (at a thankfully comfortable distance). They know how to ruthlessly manage their first, second and third parties, and 343’s close-leashed position as custodians of Halo’s corpse makes for a fascinating case study - intrepid fans have dug out [countless examples](https://www.reddit.com/r/halo/comments/g2wf8e/is_anyone_concerned_after_reading_some_of_the/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf ) from across Infinite’s lifespan that point to a game development studio that functions more as a monitor of revolving independent contractors than a true arbiter of a franchise’s will. Why is this internal drama important when talking about this game, though? Well, Halo Infinite, moreso than almost any other game I can recently recall, is a series of parts that don’t just fail to add up to a sum, but could be regarded as a P = NP math problem that no one can reasonably solve - by all accounts, Halo should be dead, but capital keeps trying to bring it back to modern life by stitching together disparate product-pieces.
To return to the Star Wars analogy - Halo Infinite is the Force Awakens of the Halo saga: a grab-bag of all the things you remember liking about the franchise (there’s a mission where John Halo literally just walks through corridors listening to audio dramas of the old games), hastily bound together using a vague plot that promises explanations that will finally dig the series out of the lore-hole it has created for itself. Luke Skywalker has vanished / but that’s a story for another time / somehow, Palpatine has returned / etc. You know the drill. Hokey Big Picture lore-weaving aside, the core premise here - that Master Chief has in-media-resurrected himself in the middle of his own franchise reboot and is the only one opposed to the rebuilding of the Halo rings - is surprisingly rich for a series that’s usually as straight as a battle rifle’s burst, and coupled with nascent themes of classic hard-male stoicism in the face of 2D-wife grief and a new life in a present-future society that no longer really venerates government agents and supersoldiers, there’s plenty to work with here; but like the Star Wars sequels, an intriguing foundation can’t be meaningfully sustained or built upon because every member of staff involved in the project is working themselves to death to meet truly insane deadlines. Apparently the final year of delays gave 343 time to add a ton of new (often funny, creative!) dialogue, and it’s telling that so much of it is self-aware - “The Banished only have one idea and they keep reusing it” sighs your companion as you complete your fourth ‘find the battery for this door’ quest in the space of the same mission.
It’s really hard to articulate the feel of Halo Infinite’s campaign without playing it yourself. After a tedious tutorial section that evokes The Library from Halo: Combat Evolved, the game begins to present itself as a hacked-together Forza Horizon-like: a never-ending treadmill of disposable jaunts, enjoyable content you can mindlessly cycle through without greater thought and commitment. Set marker, follow line to marker, click on things that are marked, open map, set marker, follow line to marker. And honestly, when you’re burst from the stresses of reality, trying to fill out a spare lunch break or blow off steam after work? Idly driving a warthog to a big field where you can go back to 2004 and do some double-taps on shield jackals is not the worst feeling in the world to immerse yourself in. I did everything on the open world map, without even meaning to - and I enjoyed myself! Microsoft are beginning to properly stake a pitch for their coming generation, I think - assimilate previously beloved IP, distill their essence, and crush tired contractors under a corporate boot-heel until they can present the game in an easily consumable form that can satisfy broader and broader generational divides in the product marketplace. Games really can just be mindlessly tread-milling cyphers of low-level brain activity for kids and adults alike.
The hands-on gameplay - the moving of Master Chief, the shooting of his guns, the effects of shooting his guns at different targets, managing which guns should be doing the shooting, managing your position in the sandbox, etc. - is tight, and perhaps the best that I can remember it feeling since Halo 3. The grapple is a welcome addition for both traversal and combat, albeit one that overpowers all other equipment options to the point that it might as well be your third gun, a (perhaps unintentionally) radical departure from Halo’s unbreakable twenty-year two-gun tenet. I do think it’s worth putting a disclaimer on this review: about three or four hours in, I was being bore down upon by a Sword Elite on the edge of a cliff, and managed to beat him by pulling a nearby hammer into my hands as he ran towards me, leaping off the rock-face’s edge and then grappling myself back towards the poor guy at full tilt for a face-breaking gravity swing that sent him ragdolling into the horizon - a moment so awesomely Halo that it positively coloured my perception of the game for at least three or four more hours that followed. If nothing else, it’s worth trying Infinite’s open world just to see what grapple-hooking can do for the classic Halo combat pyramid.
Certain enemies, like elites, jackals and brutes, function the exact same as they always have, and it’s fun to watch classic Halo AI reckon with the new abilities of Spider-Chief - they’re often powerless to deal with an enemy that swings from post-to-post and can disappear in the blink of an eye. It feels like 343 were almost afraid of how powerful the near-unlimited use of grapple makes the player - I played on Heroic difficulty, and the game responded in kind by putting me in countless situations that would have been deemed unreasonably cruel in past Halo games - multiple hammer brutes, backed by rocket-launching grunts, covered by jackal snipers from all angles. It’s mad! Taking outposts and bases really can end up feeling like a miniature RTS or tactics game, with thought constantly being given to marine placement, jailbreaks, weapon loadouts and the front-lines of enemy encampment that need to be broken. Going in gung-ho is totally possible, though, provided you are willing to constantly web-shoot yourself from alien freak to alien freak with a god-almighty upgraded Sidekick pistol in hand - one of the best FPS guns in gaming history, and it’s a tragedy that they don’t have this thing in multiplayer!
As another reviewer said on here, this is, at its best, the second level from Halo: CE (aptly named “Halo”) spun out into a full video game - and it’s clear 343 are still building their stuff with Bungie’s software toolbelt. I don’t think having some things stay the same is necessarily a bad thing - why mess with success? - but there is something oddly perverse about 343 Industries doing a Weekend At Bernie’s on a digital corpse Bungie has long since discarded. Three core games in, and nothing 343 has originally developed thus far - the Promethean enemies, the new weapons, the dual Spartan protagonists, the squad-based shooting, the Cortana AI army - has stuck to the wall. The story here, about the Precummers and the Foreskinners and the Banished (totally not the Covenant!) and all these other meaningless alien factions - is pure, unadulterated “Somehow, Palpatine has returned” B-movie badness for readers of Kevin J. Anderson novels, and barely registered on my synapses as anything other than an obstacle that stood in the way of me filling another warthog with rocket launcher party boys on a one-way trip to blowing up more armoured monkey fellas. You’ll just need to steel yourself against an unceasing torrent of cutesy quippery/one-linery between Master Chief and a version of Cortana who’s been patched with all of Twitter’s “men, am I right ladies?” talking points of the past decade. It can sometimes all be worth it, though, when you land a clean sniper bullet right between a hunter’s eyes on the upswing of a well-positioned grappleshot.
Unfortunately, an otherwise mindlessly enjoyable game shits on the table and closes the door by ending with four unbroken hours of linear snap-map corridor shooting, a The Library on Spartan II growth supplements that only ceases marching down hallways to deliver static exposition delivered in a strict “Master Chief look at hologram” style that wordlessly screams “we already delayed this game twice and I haven’t seen my daughter in three weeks, please let me leave”. It’s so copy-and-pasted painful that I’d genuinely recommend just clearing out the open world and then shelving the game instead - unless you like struggling tooth and skewer for an ending so incomprehensible that all you can intuit is that you’re watching a bad-trip Battlestar Galactica cliffhanger of some kind.
Microsoft and 343 have talked a lot of talk about Halo Infinite as a platform for ten years of Halo games, and I can see what they mean - the meat and potatoes of this package in single and multi-player is hearty, fulfilling stuff. The problem isn’t really with how it looks or moves or feels or plays - it’s all fault of a hastily-wrapped enclosure that constantly deploys what I can only describe as “halo simulcra”, best exemplified by the game randomly letting you outside for ten minutes of the finale to drive a warthog and listen to the Halo theme song. Why? Because this is a Halo game, I guess, and Microsoft are giving you Halo as you most viscerally recall it. Don’t think too hard; like Forza Horizon 5, this is brain-off Game Pass Gaming at its very finest. Just don’t let it trick you into thinking it’s anything else. It will try.
Simplest point of comparison with Halo is Star Wars. Two original-borrowed trilogies of soft sci-fi fantasy that broke barriers of paradigm and profit, only then to be cast adrift in the outer space of an expanded universe, occasionally pulled out of statis by old gloryhunters and new profiteers in search of new-old money and not much else beyond. No one will ever be able to recapture their bottled god-fire because it now permeates and binds the air around us, invigorating countless other franchises and indies across the galaxy. You can’t really make a new Halo when a new Halo already exists within most shooting games on the market today. All that’s left for the forerunner is to try and make something new to itself with its own old tools.
As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve worked with Microsoft on software projects (at a thankfully comfortable distance). They know how to ruthlessly manage their first, second and third parties, and 343’s close-leashed position as custodians of Halo’s corpse makes for a fascinating case study - intrepid fans have dug out [countless examples](https://www.reddit.com/r/halo/comments/g2wf8e/is_anyone_concerned_after_reading_some_of_the/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf ) from across Infinite’s lifespan that point to a game development studio that functions more as a monitor of revolving independent contractors than a true arbiter of a franchise’s will. Why is this internal drama important when talking about this game, though? Well, Halo Infinite, moreso than almost any other game I can recently recall, is a series of parts that don’t just fail to add up to a sum, but could be regarded as a P = NP math problem that no one can reasonably solve - by all accounts, Halo should be dead, but capital keeps trying to bring it back to modern life by stitching together disparate product-pieces.
To return to the Star Wars analogy - Halo Infinite is the Force Awakens of the Halo saga: a grab-bag of all the things you remember liking about the franchise (there’s a mission where John Halo literally just walks through corridors listening to audio dramas of the old games), hastily bound together using a vague plot that promises explanations that will finally dig the series out of the lore-hole it has created for itself. Luke Skywalker has vanished / but that’s a story for another time / somehow, Palpatine has returned / etc. You know the drill. Hokey Big Picture lore-weaving aside, the core premise here - that Master Chief has in-media-resurrected himself in the middle of his own franchise reboot and is the only one opposed to the rebuilding of the Halo rings - is surprisingly rich for a series that’s usually as straight as a battle rifle’s burst, and coupled with nascent themes of classic hard-male stoicism in the face of 2D-wife grief and a new life in a present-future society that no longer really venerates government agents and supersoldiers, there’s plenty to work with here; but like the Star Wars sequels, an intriguing foundation can’t be meaningfully sustained or built upon because every member of staff involved in the project is working themselves to death to meet truly insane deadlines. Apparently the final year of delays gave 343 time to add a ton of new (often funny, creative!) dialogue, and it’s telling that so much of it is self-aware - “The Banished only have one idea and they keep reusing it” sighs your companion as you complete your fourth ‘find the battery for this door’ quest in the space of the same mission.
It’s really hard to articulate the feel of Halo Infinite’s campaign without playing it yourself. After a tedious tutorial section that evokes The Library from Halo: Combat Evolved, the game begins to present itself as a hacked-together Forza Horizon-like: a never-ending treadmill of disposable jaunts, enjoyable content you can mindlessly cycle through without greater thought and commitment. Set marker, follow line to marker, click on things that are marked, open map, set marker, follow line to marker. And honestly, when you’re burst from the stresses of reality, trying to fill out a spare lunch break or blow off steam after work? Idly driving a warthog to a big field where you can go back to 2004 and do some double-taps on shield jackals is not the worst feeling in the world to immerse yourself in. I did everything on the open world map, without even meaning to - and I enjoyed myself! Microsoft are beginning to properly stake a pitch for their coming generation, I think - assimilate previously beloved IP, distill their essence, and crush tired contractors under a corporate boot-heel until they can present the game in an easily consumable form that can satisfy broader and broader generational divides in the product marketplace. Games really can just be mindlessly tread-milling cyphers of low-level brain activity for kids and adults alike.
The hands-on gameplay - the moving of Master Chief, the shooting of his guns, the effects of shooting his guns at different targets, managing which guns should be doing the shooting, managing your position in the sandbox, etc. - is tight, and perhaps the best that I can remember it feeling since Halo 3. The grapple is a welcome addition for both traversal and combat, albeit one that overpowers all other equipment options to the point that it might as well be your third gun, a (perhaps unintentionally) radical departure from Halo’s unbreakable twenty-year two-gun tenet. I do think it’s worth putting a disclaimer on this review: about three or four hours in, I was being bore down upon by a Sword Elite on the edge of a cliff, and managed to beat him by pulling a nearby hammer into my hands as he ran towards me, leaping off the rock-face’s edge and then grappling myself back towards the poor guy at full tilt for a face-breaking gravity swing that sent him ragdolling into the horizon - a moment so awesomely Halo that it positively coloured my perception of the game for at least three or four more hours that followed. If nothing else, it’s worth trying Infinite’s open world just to see what grapple-hooking can do for the classic Halo combat pyramid.
Certain enemies, like elites, jackals and brutes, function the exact same as they always have, and it’s fun to watch classic Halo AI reckon with the new abilities of Spider-Chief - they’re often powerless to deal with an enemy that swings from post-to-post and can disappear in the blink of an eye. It feels like 343 were almost afraid of how powerful the near-unlimited use of grapple makes the player - I played on Heroic difficulty, and the game responded in kind by putting me in countless situations that would have been deemed unreasonably cruel in past Halo games - multiple hammer brutes, backed by rocket-launching grunts, covered by jackal snipers from all angles. It’s mad! Taking outposts and bases really can end up feeling like a miniature RTS or tactics game, with thought constantly being given to marine placement, jailbreaks, weapon loadouts and the front-lines of enemy encampment that need to be broken. Going in gung-ho is totally possible, though, provided you are willing to constantly web-shoot yourself from alien freak to alien freak with a god-almighty upgraded Sidekick pistol in hand - one of the best FPS guns in gaming history, and it’s a tragedy that they don’t have this thing in multiplayer!
As another reviewer said on here, this is, at its best, the second level from Halo: CE (aptly named “Halo”) spun out into a full video game - and it’s clear 343 are still building their stuff with Bungie’s software toolbelt. I don’t think having some things stay the same is necessarily a bad thing - why mess with success? - but there is something oddly perverse about 343 Industries doing a Weekend At Bernie’s on a digital corpse Bungie has long since discarded. Three core games in, and nothing 343 has originally developed thus far - the Promethean enemies, the new weapons, the dual Spartan protagonists, the squad-based shooting, the Cortana AI army - has stuck to the wall. The story here, about the Precummers and the Foreskinners and the Banished (totally not the Covenant!) and all these other meaningless alien factions - is pure, unadulterated “Somehow, Palpatine has returned” B-movie badness for readers of Kevin J. Anderson novels, and barely registered on my synapses as anything other than an obstacle that stood in the way of me filling another warthog with rocket launcher party boys on a one-way trip to blowing up more armoured monkey fellas. You’ll just need to steel yourself against an unceasing torrent of cutesy quippery/one-linery between Master Chief and a version of Cortana who’s been patched with all of Twitter’s “men, am I right ladies?” talking points of the past decade. It can sometimes all be worth it, though, when you land a clean sniper bullet right between a hunter’s eyes on the upswing of a well-positioned grappleshot.
Unfortunately, an otherwise mindlessly enjoyable game shits on the table and closes the door by ending with four unbroken hours of linear snap-map corridor shooting, a The Library on Spartan II growth supplements that only ceases marching down hallways to deliver static exposition delivered in a strict “Master Chief look at hologram” style that wordlessly screams “we already delayed this game twice and I haven’t seen my daughter in three weeks, please let me leave”. It’s so copy-and-pasted painful that I’d genuinely recommend just clearing out the open world and then shelving the game instead - unless you like struggling tooth and skewer for an ending so incomprehensible that all you can intuit is that you’re watching a bad-trip Battlestar Galactica cliffhanger of some kind.
Microsoft and 343 have talked a lot of talk about Halo Infinite as a platform for ten years of Halo games, and I can see what they mean - the meat and potatoes of this package in single and multi-player is hearty, fulfilling stuff. The problem isn’t really with how it looks or moves or feels or plays - it’s all fault of a hastily-wrapped enclosure that constantly deploys what I can only describe as “halo simulcra”, best exemplified by the game randomly letting you outside for ten minutes of the finale to drive a warthog and listen to the Halo theme song. Why? Because this is a Halo game, I guess, and Microsoft are giving you Halo as you most viscerally recall it. Don’t think too hard; like Forza Horizon 5, this is brain-off Game Pass Gaming at its very finest. Just don’t let it trick you into thinking it’s anything else. It will try.
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There is absolutely potential here and you can palpably feel the creatives within 343’s desire to start critiquing/deconstructing the Chief the same way Last Jedi did with Luke. Here’s hoping! Keith David’s presence sorely missed…….
Woodaba
2 years ago