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How Cheaters Cheat at Halo 2

Posted by ryuzaki0 on from the bridge-this dept.

An anonymous reader writes "Built on a network that automatically bans gamers that have modified their Xbox, Xbox Live should be nearly cheat-proof. However, it's not, as anyone playing Halo 2 online already knows. How do cheaters on Xbox Live manage to artificially boost their rankings? What is Bridging? What is Standby? This article takes a look at what exactly is done when a cheater cheats, and what exactly Bungie is doing about it. It includes videos and some very funny letters from 13-year-olds that have been baned from matchmaking on Live and are desperately trying to worm their way back onto the system."

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  1. The same way they do it in every game. by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 4, Funny

    By being better than me. It's the only possible explanation. The bastards.

  2. mandatory grammar flamebait by one-eye-johnson · · Score: 2, Funny

    "...letters from 13-year-olds that have been baned" Ah, the irony!

  3. Re:Cheaters... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 1, Funny

    'Virgin' is not a sexual orientation...

  4. Re:Ah, the lure of being #1, even if you cheat by Lisandro · · Score: 3, Funny

    First reply! Yaaay!

  5. Cheatrz versus Spelrz by Vexar · · Score: 2, Funny
    I don't know what would be worse, listening to puerile vulgarities, or seeing "tomorrow's future" stumble with elementary spelling and grammar. They should make video games that encorporate the basics of English. Then the "cheaters" would be the ones with either Webster's 10th Collegiate or a short copy of The Elements of Style onhand.

    I can see it now:
    You're cornered, they have loads of BFG'sbig, frightful grammatics aimed at your sorry melon. What to do? What to do? Ooh, the temptation... You reach for it, just this once. Oh, of course! Should-would clauses are for sissies!
    "I never end a sentence with a preposition, my mother told me not to," you shout. Suddenly, a piercing ray of in-game sunlight rips across the digital wasteland. Your opponents are mercilessly fried, no Fricasseed!
    Days later, your account gets banned. You whine with the best of them, but to no avail. Your own incompetence incriminates you, as your seemingly victorious sentence is diagrammed, nay eviscerated before you.