Halo Night Carnage Report: The Original Kings of Pwnage

A big Halo Night deserves a big update. We had a pretty solid outing, with plenty of old favorites mixed with a few new experiments. We started off with a return to Beaver Creek, followed by a couple rounds of hammery goodness, and a quick foray into Banshee Race. Our old Blood Gulch standards, Shotty Snipers and Vehicle King, both made solid showings, with an amazing Tank vs. Gravity Hammer duel in the latter. Powerhouse was home to a couple trial runs-- Dan's favorite gametype, Headhunter, and a team game of Stockpile, which turned out to be pretty fun despite only having 5 players. We rounded things out with a game of Haloball Xtreme, and what turned out to be the highlight of the night: Infection on Countdown. All of Graham's fancy Latin phrases were no match for the undead hordes.

But before we get to the screenshots, a few of us (by which I mean Dan) seem to be having problems with proper headset operation. Here's a quick, easy-to-understand guide:

I hope that clears a few things up. I know it can be confusing. Just remember guys, if no one is eviscerating your awful jokes, they probably can't hear you. That, or they're playing an elaborate (and hilarious) prank.

And now, on to the pics....

Sword Whore: I make Corky-kebabs for the grill.

Light Bloom: Rainman takes over the Hill with a gravity storm to the face.

Exit, Stage Left: MattyD53 takes a bow, while my corpse takes flight.

He's Got a Lot of Heart: Rainman finds joe buzzkill's hiding spot. I wonder what gave it away?

It Ain't Easy Being #1: Turns out the leader is at kind of a tactical disadvantage.

Hearts On Fire: MattyD53 lays a hot load on joe buzzkill.

Hammer vs. Tank: "Totally worth it!!"

 Jackpot: MattyD53 makes it rain.

 Duelin' Flags: These meetings are always awkward...

Fore! joe buzzkill better replace that divot.

"Oh God, they're fast!" Zombies close in on those tasty lawyer brains...

That's it for this week. Hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving-- I'll be spending the next few days in a tryptophan- and IPA-induced haze.

See you next Sunday...