In a universe vast and wild,
Halo Infinite, fortune's child.
A saga where stars and fate collide,
With Spartans' valor, universe-wide.
Master Chief, our armored knight,
Battles through the harshest night.
Against Banished foes, fierce and grim,
Odds stacked against him, chances slim.
Through Zeta's ring, mysteries untold,
Ancient secrets, bravely bold.
In multiplayer's fierce fray,
Legends rise in the melee.
So here's to Halo, brave and grand,
Infinite journeys at our hand.
In its orbit, we spin and thrive,
In this cosmic dance, we feel alive.
The Angry Troll
Halo Infinite? So we're back with the space soldier romping around alien lands, eh? The whole "save the universe" shtick is more overplayed than a bard's only tune at the inn. It's the latest in a series that's been doing the same dance since the early 2000s. The campaign? A retread of old ground, with a new coat of pixie dust slapped on. Multiplayer? It's a nostalgia quest for those who haven't realized there are new games out there. The open world is as empty as my hopes for something fresh in this franchise. And the enemy AI? About as sharp as a clan of drunk orcs. It's perfect if you enjoy reliving your LAN glory days in high definition, fighting the same old battles with fancier graphics.