Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Halo

For the uninitiated Halo is an FPS originally for XBox but later ported to PCs. You play as the Master Chief, a SPARTAN-II creation and more importantly for us, a one man army. Initially the enemy is a collection of alien races known as the Covenant but later the focus of the Master Chief's wrath becomes the Flood, a parasitic race which basically eats up almost anything with sufficient biomass. You play first to gain control of Halo, a superweapon. Yup, the planet is a weapon and for better understanding let's just say that the Death Star is a water pistol in comparison. When you realize that the planet will put a halo (sorry couldn't resist) around all the sentient beings in the galaxy, it's up to you to destroy the beautiful ring.

The game is simply put...brilliant. For one thing it has a good weapons array. One gets everything from the up close and personal shotgun to the 8x zoom sniper which can take out most of the Covenant baddies with one well placed round. While the human weapons have to be reloaded at regular intervals, though their ammo can be picked up with relative ease, the Covenant weapons are susceptible to overheating the midst of a battle and also get discharged and thus have to be discarded. The thing about the weapons is that unlike UT or Quake where, as Saksham would put it "Fear not the weapon but the hand that wields it", here you often have to make a choice between two or more very good weapons (the Master Chief can carry only 2 weapons, 4 fragmentation grenades and 4 plasma grenades) and if later you realize that you took the wrong one, you will go back and return with a different weapon in tow.

Another thing is the vehicle design. The vehicles can easily be destroyed by something as puny as the pistol. Find some cover, take a peep, if the vehicle has its back turned, zoom in and take a couple off pops and repeat the process. If you're the one driving the vehicle then your health goes down not the vehicle's (unless it's a Covenant Ghost or Banshee while you're playing the campaign), so even if you get killed a teammate doesn't have to wait for the vehicle to spawn and then join the melee. And it's not as if you're a sitting duck in one of the mechanical monsters of this game. In a multiplayer game, good maneuvering and above average team support should enable a team to rule a map.

The enemies in the campaign range from the stupid and fun-to-kill "Grunts" to I-need-my-mommy-bad "Hunters". I am not an expert on this (have only played Halo: Combat Evolved, that too on normal) but the sequels to the game present a hierarchy for the other races, which makes some units of a particular race harder to kill, something which is there in Halo:CE but not to that extent. Take for example the Elites, the blue ones are easy, the red ones well, a slight pain in the ass but the gold, sword-bearing elites send you ducking for cover. The fact that the AI is also aware of this hierarchy only adds to the game, if you have a bunch of Grunts being led by an Elite, try and take the Elite out first as that will send the Grunts scrambling away, but if you're taking on Spec-Ops Grunts that will make them more determined to send you to your maker. And, contrary to what the makers of Godzilla say, size doesn't always matter. The "Infection Form" of the Flood (really appropriate name for these tiny critters) would put any Mongol horde to shame. The fact that the enemies also use similar tactics to human players, especially in the later levels, such as grenade spamming and hiding around corners only makes the game that more interesting.

The campaign itself is a dream come true for any person who games or writes games, and you often catch yourself wishing to go to a particular place in some level just for the heck of it. Though at some points a bit repetitive, its sheer brilliance is undoubtedly what has propelled Halo as one of the best games today. One of the standouts in the game was the music. The synchronization with the different checkpoints would just send a shiver down my spine me and an appropriate message, whether it be to go into stealth mode, snipe a little and just enjoy the beautiful ecosystem of Installation-04 or check my shields, reload both weapons, frantically search for grenades and basically get ready for some drawn out battles. The best score would undoubtedly be when you get to the checkpoint labeled "The Final Run", beautiful and fitting to say the least.

The multiplayer can be and has been described using many words, though one word speaks more eloquently than any other combination. Addictive. Saksham, Atulya, Akshay and I spent almost the majority of our waking time (that's at least true for me) playing the Halo on LAN in Avinash's room, for three days. One day we started out at 6 in the evening and finally packed up at 3 in the morning with only minor breaks for food (less than 10 minutes) and recuperation. That's like almost 9 hours staring at a tiny screen while screaming at your teammate, taunting the enemy and crying when someone sneaks up behind you and finishes you with the one shot. And if that doesn't tell you enough, one night Akshay had to leave because his wrist had started hurting.

The last few paragraphs on my entry on Halo, detail some of my most favorite moments from the game. The scariest time would definitely be when the flood was first released. You're in this square room which has doors on all the sides and suddenly you see this blot of red on your radar, you turn to see these green spidery things rushing towards you and start firing the assault rifle. The moment you think it's over another red blot on the radar and this time they're a lot more in number. So this is where one starts to learn how to shoot, move backwards, reload, chuck a grenade, switch weapons and jump over the aliens, while keeping an eye on them as well as the ammo count, superfast and then continue with that for 2-3 minutes. The other time I almost pissed myself was when I saw the Hunters for the first time. It was when you try and get aboard the Covenant vessel and suddenly see that these 2 hulking behemoths are being beamed down. At that time the only thought running through my mind was "Fuck..." which was soon replaced by "I need some cover. Goddamnit why did I ditch that goddamn sniper rifle?" and then these two were attacking the shit out of the marines around me while I whimpered behind some rocks. This was also one of the coolest moments, for me, as I eventually (not like after 10 years or anything) came out of hiding and charged at the 2 demons. Armed with the knowledge that these things can be taken down with a shot/melee attack to their orange regions, I did some jumping around and brought these mighty beasts down without sustaining much damage. The first time I encountered the "Zealot Elite", left me dead, as the only thing I saw was this blur of gold and a blue sword coming down on me. The next time, I threw a plasma grenade at it when it charged.

By the end of the game, I changed my style from clearing out one room and then moving to the next to simply running towards the enemies, jumping over them, shooting at the most threatening one and moving into the next room where hopefully a different race would be waiting. There I would go into some corner wait for the 2 races to finish each other off and then come out guns blazing. Did this a lot in the last 2 levels and it really helped. The final levels also get a lot tougher as the Grunts and Elites start throwing plasma grenades at you with pretty good accuracy. Died many times as while engaging on foe, some asswipe would stick me with a grenade and then dash to safety. The only timed checkpoint, which is the last checkpoint before you finish the game was also one big rush of adrenalin. You have to drive a Warthog to a ship to get off the Pillar of Autumn. The catch is that the road ain't exactly straight, you're driving through a battle scene from 300 where you're the star attraction and a timer's counting down at the bottom right of your screen. Talk about "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shiiiiiit...WOOHOO" moments.

So this was about Halo. Hope you enjoyed reading it. And if this entry hasn't pushed you into giving Halo a shot, if you haven't done so already, here's a more personal message. Play the goddamned game.

Friday, December 25, 2009

The best birthday of my life !

I finally realized why people say that no matter what happens, if you've stayed in a hostel you'll never forget that life, whether for good or bad the hostel stays with you.

So it's the sixth of October 2009, the eve of the 21st birthday and I'm out with Samrat, Rohit, Ketan, Abhishek, Kr. Abhishek, Barua, Anshul and Bhaskar, giving this particular batch of hell-spawn a placement and a pre-birthday birthday treat at Bercos. We make complete asses of ourselves at the joint, with Ketan ordering three soups for his dinner and Rohit and I asking the waiter questions like "You've said real strawberries in your dessert do you have an edible version of this dessert with fake strawberries we can eat?" Talk about some deep bullshit. We leave the place, my wallet lighter by a few thousands, stop at Chaurasiya for smoke and these guys force a Benarasi Paan down my throat threatening me with unimaginable torture if I spit that god-forsaken thing out. And then out of the blue I'm drenched in water courtesy Samrat who then pulls out a rubber band ties a pseudo-pigtail on me repeating the afore-mentioned threats if I take it off before midnight. My life flashes before my eyes and I realize that I've been swearing at these guys a lot so maybe, just maybe they might actually live up to their threats, so I leave the pigtail/ponytail on.

We reach the hostel where I bid adieu to my fellow inmates, but not before receiving a vivid description of what will happen to me at midnight. I then while away my time on Facebook and at 11:50 I hear shouts coming from the corridor and I realize that my sands of time are running low. You know what the funniest thing is that just before the actual “celebrations” begin everyone is your best friend, you think you’re the luckiest guy on the face of the earth and then in a flash you’re in a world of hurt. So I open the door and greet the usual gang of idiots Maneet, Atulya, Divya, Sam, Rohit et al. It’s as if I were distributing free food in the hostel. These guys come in give me hugs, the well-wishes and then push me to the first floor where more people wish me. And then all hell breaks loose … I am being thrashed as if I just committed a heinous crime. Some wise guy gets a broom and uses it without being stingy, over the general shouting I hear Abhishek Kumar shouting “Saale, meri placement kab lagegi” and then kicking me driven by whatever emotion he was feeling at that time. I get drenched, thoroughly this time by some over-zealous fool who threw a bucket of water all over me. And then the kicks start hurting and I start screaming for mercy. A couple of guards led by the BCH attendant show up and my friends finally drop me. I get up to catch a glimpse third years looking at me and laughing, when suddenly these guys pull me aside and ask me to cut a cake. I cut it get some of it in my mouth most of it on my face and then see that Rashyap Sahi (also born on the 7th of October) is being led to the scene of the crime. We wish each other and convey our mutual sympathies and I rush upstairs for a bath leaving good ol’ Rashyap to defend himself. I come back from the bath to find something like 8-9 guys in my room who to my delight pull out a cigar which they bought for the occasion. I light it, puff it a little and then pass it around the room. I find my phone see a trillion missed calls and start calling back. Rushil, Sneha, Arijit and the other NSIT guys wish me and laugh at my tale of pain and anguish. Then suddenly Rohit, Divya and Samrat pull me out of the room they take me to the terrace and tell me “Dekh, we haven’t hit you at all so now it’s our turn. Don’t start shouting just 5 kicks from each of us and we’ll let you go.” I agree without hesitation, thinking five is better than twenty-one. Ten minutes later I realize I need to learn the fine art of bargaining. These guys took the meaning of pain to a whole new level and I, on the verge of collapsing, had to beg Divya to stop at three. These three carry me to my room where I lie down for some time and then leave with Saksham and Atulya who have been asking me to come to JCB.

Now, JCB was a wonderful, wonderful surprise! I find Nikhil Mishra, Avinash and Prabhat waiting for me at Nikhil’s room. Atulya gives me a beautiful mug which has photos of him, Kriti and me printed on it and Nikhil hands me a bottle of white wine as my birthday present from all of them. We open the bottle and taste the bubbling gold. It’s something that I’ll never forget, sitting in that chair with a room full of friends, sipping wine and then passing the glass to the person without one. We finish the wine and Nikhil hands me bottles containing vodka and rum which I quickly gulp down. Then we moved to the terrace and I am given the honor of chucking the bottles into the grounds which I do without wasting any time. After lounging for some more time we decide to push off and get some sleep.

The day starts with a lot of pain as I realize that my gluteus maximus hasn’t recovered from the night’s beating. I get ready, have a furious debate on whether to take a cushion with me to class or not and finally push off for the morning lecture leaving the cushion in my room. The morning starts smoothly with a couple of lectures, when I get a call from Gillu calling me to Mech. I skip the remaining lectures and push off to the canteen where I see Gillu, Anish, Kanika, Nitin and Abhinav waiting for me. We order like crazy and are later joined by Atulya, Kriti, Ankit, Prateek, Kanika and Kartik. Then Dikshit sends me to my car saying that something’s wrong with the lock. I find a cool t-shirt on the front seat, a gift from Dikshit and Kanika. I try it on, find the message hilarious and sit down with these guys for a light meal after which we leave for NSIT.

NSIT is the same, relaxing and just care-free. I can roam here in the middle of the night and not be stopped for having a good time. I meet up with the old gang, Vinit, Ashish, Pandu and Mulle. We engage in the classic art of conversation (read bakchodi) and finally when everyone is free split up into two factions and drive off to grab some food. We stop just across High Mirchee, gulp down some delicious chicken momos and see that the other lot is heading towards us attempting to conceal, what turned out to be, a delicious cake. We gain entry into High Mirchee after waiting for some time and then the ordering begins. Drums of Heaven, Tandoori Chicken, Afghani Chicken, Fish Tikka, Long Island Ice Teas and Beer (lots of it)! These guys open up the cake and get the in-house band (brilliant) to sing me the birthday song. And then the food arrives. If our teachers had been there they would have had strokes, the silence for those first ten minutes was just astounding. The focus was the food and drinks nothing else. We stuff ourselves, push off to the hostel and play poker. A power cut interrupts our game but we go out for a stroll in the night and when the power’s back on resume our game. I finally try to get some sleep at Ashish’s room though the mosquitoes don’t let that happen.

Though this blog-entry cum thank-you-note is more than two months late in coming, I would nevertheless like to thank you. Thank you, all of you, those who have been mentioned and those whose presence has been diluted with the passage of time for giving me the one of the best days of life. It’s something that I will never forget. So merci for the best birthday of my life (Homer would say “The best birthday of your life… so far.” but I’ll stick with the former.)

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Indestructible

Another mission, the powers have called me away
Another time to carry the colors again
My motivation, an oath I've sworn to defend
To win the honor of coming back home again

No explanation will matter after we begin
Unlock the dark destroyer that's buried within
My true vocation and now my unfortunate friend
You will discover a war you're unable to win

I'll have you know
That I've become

Indestructible
Determination that is incorruptible
From the other side, a terror to behold
Annihilation will be unavoidable

Every broken enemy will know
That their opponent had to be invincible
Take a last look around while you're alive
I'm an indestructible master of war!

Another reason, another cause for me to fight
Another fuse uncovered now, for me to light
My dedication to all that I've sworn to protect
I carry out my orders without a regret

My declaration embedded deep under my skin
A permanent reminder of how it began
No hesitation when I am commanded to strike
You need to know that you're in for the fight of your life

You will be shown
How I've become

Indestructible
Determination that is incorruptible
From the other side, a terror to behold
Annihilation will be unavoidable

Every broken enemy will know
That their opponent had to be invincible
Take a last look around while you're alive
I'm an indestructible master of war!

I'm indestructible
Determination that is incorruptible
From the other side, a terror to behold
Annihilation will be unavoidable

Every broken enemy will know
That their opponent had to be invincible
Take a last look around while you're alive
I am indestructible

Indestructible
Determination that is incorruptible
From the other side, a terror to behold
Annihilation will be unavoidable

Every broken enemy will know
That their opponent had to be invincible
Take a last look around while you're alive
I'm an indestructible master of war!

Another brilliant song by Disturbed. I've been listening to this song for almost a week now on repeat and I still can't get enough of it. The feeling that it inspires is just amazing. Standing in my balcony in the dead of the night with the cold wind blasting at my face, I scream "I AM INDESTRUCTIBLE" at nothing and everything. Woosh! The feeling that I truly am indestructible and god help anyone or anything standing in my way is just exhilarating.

The lyrics just fill you up with that cold-hearted bastard attitude. You're supposed to have pity for the dead and defeated but instead you revel in their demise challenging them to look up and face you, "Take a last look around while you're alive, I'm an indestructible master of war". Amazing.

The video for the song is also mind-blowing. The sight of fearsome and fearless warriors running up to meet their opponents head-on is inspiring to say the least. The best part is when you see the female soldier running, screaming and firing her M4A1 (assuming it is the M4A1). Now that's hot!!!

My friends have been mocking me for getting stuck to one song but FUCK those idiots they don't know the joy this song gives me. In the middle of this article I got up, listened to the song and screamed in my room and it just took away the despair that had been lingering since the evening.

I am indestructible.