Don't judge until you've played it....everyone that played Call of Duty for a least a day that were hardcore Halo 3 fans, no longer play Halo 3 because they can't, Call Of Duty 4 is just better in every way , try it...you'll see just like the rest
short story below XD Don't ask why.. I felt like it
If I actually saw THE Master Chief walking around in Chicago of all places (WTH am I doin in downtown Chicago?) I'd first probably freak out and stare. If he was unnarmed, I'd might feel more comfortable walking up to a 7 foot tall thousand pound shielded & armored behemouth XD.. then again I'm 6'2-ish".. so it wouldn't be THAT bad. I'd probably first ask him..
"Uh, Master Chief?.. John?" I say to him tapping him on the unarmored portion of his sholder. He turns around. "Umm.. Hi.."
"Hello..", he relpies uncertainly from his olive green MJOLNIR armor.
"Yeah uh.. can I ask you a couple questions?"
"Shoot.", he said as he and I start walking, leaving half inch deep footprints in the concrete sidewalk.
"Ha ha.. Do you mean that literally or figuratively?", I say jokingly as I walk next to him.
"You want to find out?", he replies though his expressionless helmet.
"Uh.. I-I'll take that as a figurative question ha ha.. Anyways.. ..what the hell are you doing in Chicago Chief? Shouldn't you be like.. in the future, on a Halo or something?"
"Umm.. Ri-iight.. Like.. you goin' for a walk or something?"
"Hmph.. It seems I'm not the only one.." he replies once again. He was right. Other people were staring and talking about what was unfolding before their very eyes. This amazingly tall man in green heavy armor, ahniliating sidewalk as he went. Some knew exactly who he was, but were mildly terrified. Some ran away. Others just didn't bother to even look, and continued walking.
"Yeah.. ..You want something to eat? I got money on me." I said.
"I've eaten already".
"W-What? Where?", I asked suprised.
"It was a fast food restaraunt I went to this morning".
"Which one? You know there's a hole crapload of them around here."
"I believe it was one called, Arby's.", he replies.
"Ha ha! Sweet.. A man's gotta eat right? Escpecially you! Wait Chief, you didn't sit down at Arby's did you?" A very silly mental picture popped into my head of a helmetless Chief chowing down roast beef sammiches on a crumpled plastic Arby's bench while surrounding people along with employees watched in awe.
"Ha.. No. I really didn't want to accidentally vandalize their seating.", he replied, ending my funny thought.
"Yeah, that's the truth. Uh.. What did you get by the way?"
"Well, the Bacon Cheddar melts looked good, so I got seven of them along with a large order of curly fries and a large Dr. Pepper." he said confidently as we walked across the street. The green clad spartan-II seemed to be searching for something because he kept glancing up at the sky.
"Wha.. Seven? Daamn, You sure don't eat 'light'!" I said amazed. Right just then The wind started to pick up, or so I thought. To my utter awe, down out of the sky screamed a UNSC pelican around some of the surrounding skyscrapers. Right just then, all the lights in the intersection we were crossing turned red as if willed to do so. SPARTAN-117 stopped in the middle of the crosswalk and turned towards the pelican making it's decent.
"Wait, are you leaving? So soon?", I nearly yelled over the sound of the pelican.
"Sorry kid, but it looks like someone needs me now.", he replied. Just at that moment I looked at the open hold of the dropship, which was now coming into view. To my amazement, I saw a very familiar four mandibled alien. The spartan jumped up onto the pelican, which wobbled mildly because of his immense weight. Cars all around were honking now and people started yelling at the amazing commotion.
"What should I do now!?", I yelled, angry that he had to go so soon.
The spartan turned to his alien counterpart, nodded, and then looked back to me. The pelican's engines boomed as it began to take off. I heard him say something, but I couldn't tell what it was. I could see people all around scrambling away from their cars. There were some people on their cell phones calling friends excitedly, while other's may have actually been calling the police.
"Believe!", he screamed over the high pitched whine of the pelican's jets as it ascended into the sky.
"Oh!" I said smiling, cleaning out my ear with my pinkie.
He lifted his right hand and put two fingers to his gold visor in a smile. I managed to laugh even though it was kind of sad to see them go. The rear cargo bay closed as the pelican jetted off into the sunny and blue mid day sky. Then, they were gone.