Step out of the escape pod and Halos next-gen aspirations rush up to hit you in the face like a stampede of really shiny elephants. And it makes that abundantly clear at the start of level two before single shot has been fired. Halo is really a game of vast tactical scope, free-flowing battlefields and ever-evolving improvisational combat. Corridors aplenty and enemies piling through doorway choke-points like lemmings with a hankering for plasma burns. But the limitations of the era mean that shooters are still the domain of corridors, with tiny outdoor draw distances that a two-legged mouse could comfortably sprint.
Console FPS is taking off as the reverberations of Goldeneyes brick-skulled industry headbutt continue to shake the landscape.
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