
When Halo 2 came out, it seemed only appropriate that I sent the character of Master Beef back to his roots and compared how the two characters had evolved. Someone once asked if the kid is me. No, he isn't. Also, it turned out I was wrong about the mêléeing. That was pretty rubbish in the sequel.
Halo 3's release was a ridiculously huge global event. It was, more importantly, an event that I mostly missed out on. But I couldn't let it go by without doing again what I did the last time. Once again, Master Beef faces the Halo franchise.
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[amelia's notebooks]
[the sacrifice that the narrative demanded]