Is the cancer of cheating in remission? As honorable gamers, it is possible that we have waited out the worst of the siege that hackers have laid to our favorite pastime…
On more than a few occasions, the dialogue at ‘Tied the Leader’ has been given over to raging against cheaters who spoil our collective fun on Xbox Live. Constant Readers may have noticed that this has not been the case in more than a little while. You may ask yourself: Why?
At one point, ‘Tied the Leader’ made a conscious choice to ignore them [to the best of our ability]. Our point had been made – beaten to death; beaten into glue. Everyone who was aware of this blog knew that we thought cheating was “bad”. We were aware that we were not alone. Focusing our attention on those losers – putting their name in print – didn’t exactly provide them with an incentive to cease and decist with their shenanigans. In hindsight, it might have had the inverse effect. Gamer’s love seeing their name in pixels.
Lately, however, it might be agreed upon that the riotous mob of modders who have traditionally plagued the matchmaking system of Halo 2 seem to have dispersed. Now, it would be foolish to say that it never happens anymore. Sadly, that will never be the case. Ask Agent Smith… Hackers will always find a way. Yet, once upon a time [not too long ago], it seemed like 1 out of every 3 matches featured an appearance by some super-jumping freak running a bluestreak. Sometimes, they would cross your path 3 times in a row. I will never forget the first time I shot a train out of my gun.
I am going On Record.
Almost two years after the release of Halo 2 into the wilderness of Xbox Live, I think the landscape is a lot safer for the honest gamer. Three cheers for anyone who ever dropped a dime of negative feedback on a cheater. Hats off to the Praetorians. Blessed be The Banhammer.
Can I get an “Amen”? It may be that a third [or even a fourth] Xbox Live subscription is worth the grief that one can inflict on one’s fellow gamer. When a cheater gets up to their fifth or sixth gamertag, it is easy to imagine that those enrollment fees start to take a toll on one’s steam.
It makes sense if you think about it. Cheaters don’t play a game out of love. Cheating is not even about Victory. It’s a destructive act of defiance. It’s violence against something widely regarded as “good”. While a true gamer will play a game that they love for years [going on two], the antics of cheating must grow old even to the cheater.
We’ve seen it all; and we’ve seen it enough times for all of it to lose its shock value. Never-miss Snipers. Faster-than-light flag-thieves. High-flying Warthogs. Firearms that pack the punch of a Scorpion Tank? It has all become older than a fraternity-house fart-joke passed down through the ages like bad wisdom. When people stop laughing at a joke, do you stop telling it? I do. Except for that one about the talking cow…
Perhaps this is the best time to be a Spartan – or an Elite, if that’s your bag. Maybe [just maybe] the bandwagon has shaken off its dead weight. Now, in the calm before the storm of Halo 3, the true gamer can roam the streets of Turf without fear – or at least with less of it.
On the flip side, it could be that I am just not playing enough Halo. That is a theory that anyone close to me in real life would refute through a teary gale of laughter. This is why I put the question to you, fair gamer. Maybe I am just playing after the cheater’s bedtime. Could I be so charmed as to be the only one experiencing a cessation in hostilites?
Of course, it is possible that this post is my ultimate Act of Hubris. If the Forerunner are listening, the next time I suit up to find a Good Game, I will spawn fifty stories above the map without a weapon in my hands – only to have the contents of my helmet distributed like pink mist through an exit-wound before my feet can touch the ground.
For the moment, however, ‘Tied the Leader’ would like to invite you to a celebration of a small moral victory.