Hemmelig beskjed/easter egg i ny Halo 2 trailer?

[Jc-g]

Jeg så nettopp den nye Halo 2 traileren på internett, og på slutten går web-adressen "www.Xbox.com" over til "www.ilovebees.com". Så går jeg inn på denne adressen, og i utgangspunktet finner jeg ingen informasjon om Halo 2. En ned telling spretter opp, med følgende beskjed:

 

HALT - MODULE CORE HEMORRHAGE

 

Control has been yielded to the

SYSTEM PERIL DISTRIBUTED REFLEX.

 

This medium is classified, and has a

STRONG INTRUSIVE INCLINATION.

 

In 3 days, network throttling will erode.

 

In 17 days this medium will metastasize.

 

COUNTDOWN TO WIDE AWAKE AND PHYSICAL:

30:09:39:06:063

 

Make your decisions accordingly.

 

Jeg graver videre, og finner denne historien:

length: 120 meters

crew: 40

cover: pleasure yacht

hair color: brown

 

[The shipwrecked woman]

It happened one day, about noon, going towards my boat, I was exceedingly surprised with the print of a flea's naked foot on the shore, which was very plain to be seen on the sand.

 

…and in about half an hour the boat was overset by a sudden Flurry from the North.

 

MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY

 

What became of my Companions in the Boat, as well as of those who escaped on the Rock, or were left in the Vessel, I cannot tell; but conclude they were all lost.

 

"At night in the Earth's southern hemisphere, run an imaginary line along the axis of the Southern Cross to extend out about five times the length of that axis. Any landmark directly under that imaginary point will be in the general direction of south."

 

Tricky! Can't seem to focus! Need to start on the easy ones, like "up". Move on to the compass later.

 

Up. Up. ...Damn it.

 

You'd think "up" wouldn't be too much to ask. It's not like nor-nor-east or something.

 

I need to find out where I am. Also who, but that might be less important. It's possible the two things are related.

 

Stars, I need stars. I was always a fine sailor; they said my navigation was celestial.

 

The Operator.

That was my nickname. That's what the rest of the crew called me when they didn't call me ... whatever my name was.

The Operator.

 

I wish I could remember their names.

 

I think I am a fallen star. I should wish on myself. Please let me go home, please let me go home, please let me go home, please let me go home, please, please, please, please, please, please, please.

 

[is there] any landmark sand mark, anything, anything? Nothing!

Black beach, nothing but sand and darkness! Sometimes, in the distance, dry lightning: in the flash I see pieces of the wreck around me, the spars and rigging of my brain

 

- hold on, hold on. Steady up. Get a grip, girl. You have to fight through this. Take a deep breath!

 

FIELD EXPEDIENT DIRECTION FINDING

Find a straight stick about a meter long and stand it upright on fairly level upright ground. Mark the tip of the shadow cast by the stick: wait 15 minutes: mark the shadow again. Draw a line from the first mark through the second and some way beyond. Stand with your left foot on the first mark and your right on the end of the line. In the northern hemisphere, you will now be facing north, and can recall the other directions by their relationship to north. In the south, contrariwise…

 

Hmmm, no stick, no sun.

Getting muddled here! Sick, obviously. Broken inside! Not thinking straight. Got to go back to first principles…

 

Survival Key #3:

How Badly Are You Hurt?

Mentally, subject is confused and disoriented. I keep slipping in and out of consciousness.

 

Physically, subject is paralyzed but moving. Okay. What the hell does THAT mean?

 

Held down? Yes, as if strapped to a table. Could I be in traction in some sick bay, or some hospitals ward, not necessarily one of ours?

 

But at the same time, parts of me being moved around, emptied out; as if under general anesthetic, dimly conscious, half-aware as the surgeon cuts off my feet and sews them onto my shoulders. She opens my head with a medical hammer and sand spills out.

 

There's a boy on the beach next to me but a wave comes up foaming with spiders and takes away his face - oh.

 

We’re made of sand. We’re both made of sand…uh-oh.

 

Eight legs (I feel them walking on me) and how many voices-three? Five? Eight? I am to become a most delicate monster indeed.

 

I will stand firm. I will hold my edges and remember. I can do this. I know how to remember things, even through drugs and torture. Seek evade reveal resist. I will not dissolve.

 

There are people who love me. I know that even though I can't remember them. I will not be forgotten. I will not be forgotten.

 

There are people who love me. There must be. Here come the spiders.

 

I WANT TO DIE I WANT TO -

 

No! Never that!

 

Survive, evade, reveal, escape! That is all you know, or need to know.

 

Gap in the clouds: head suddenly much clearer.

 

The spider is working on me. I must be in very bad shape.

 

I'm crying, and my tears are made of sand. All lost! To prayers, to prayers! All lost!

 

…totally different kind of memory all of a sudden, floating up like a bubble from deep water, then *pop* on the surface of my mind. All in black and white for some reason, faded out, or just time bleaching the past like it does, time is hard that way, if you - Stop. Stay on task, girl.

 

So *pop*, and I'm... playing on the beach, very young, making a castle out of sand. It's a good castle, I'm smart, I'm really smart and I'm good with my hands and the castle is beautiful but the tide is coming up, I'm making dikes and moats and outer walls, getting a little desperate here this castle means the world to me it's way better than my brother's, but the tide is rising and rising, the tide is always coming up and no matter how hard I try to save what I have made, sooner or later the spiders wash over it and melt it down I'm losing the memory already I can't see myself was I wearing a dress or overalls or…?

 

…lay down on the Grass, which was very short and soft, where I slept sounder than ever I remember to have done in my Life, and, as I reckoned, above Nine Hours; for when I awakened, it was just Day-light. I attempted to rise, but was not able to stir: For as I happened to lye on my Back, I found my Arms and Legs were strongly fastened on each Side to the Ground; and my Hair, which was long and thick, tied down in the same Manner. I likewise felt several slender Ligatures across my Body, from my Armpits to my Thighs.

 

[The Shipwrecked man]

 

Shipwreck! Shipwreck! Wrecked ship, Shipwreck!

MY HEAD IS FULL OF SAND

 

I've been here forever. Conscious, unconscious!

On, off. On, off. On off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on

[a lot of on/offs]

 

Nobody here, nobody calling, nobody's going to come

...unless…

…of course, if I am behind enemy lines… then constantly shouting for help wouldn't be the smartest play in the world, would it?

Got to run silent; got to run deep; hide and go seek

What, must our mouths be cold? Arachne hung herself, you know!?

 

Those are pearls that were her eyes; nothing of her that doth fade, but doth suffer a sea-change into something rich and strange

 

Take a hint already!

God my head hurts.

Survive evade reveal escape. Survive-well, I'm not dead yet. Evade-don't want to evade.

I want to be FOUND.

Of course the crew won't come for me if they're all dead; if they're all dead and I alone am left to tell the tale.

 

What a brave new world-sand and darkness, sand and loneliness, sand and emptiness, sand and the spider-what a brave new world that hath such monsters in it.

 

Seek the truth

Behold the truth

Reveal the truth

That is the law and the whole of the law

 

Denne historien er egentlig skjult, og delt opp i fragmenter. Den er ikke satt sammen av meg, men av Jackal38 på teamxbox forumet.

 

Det er mange som klør seg i hode over hva dette kan være for noe. Spesiell er også denne beskjeden tatt fra http://ilovebees.blogspot.com/

 

Aug 24, 1995  Microsoft inflicts Windows 95 on an unsuspecting world.

 

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I went hiking in Claremont Canyon yesterday to clear my head.  Three hours, six miles, and 1000 ft elevation change later, I was sweaty, sunburnt and still fixated on the bug and its countdown.  While up there, didn't pay enough attention to the trail... scratched my palms slipping on loose gravel, more than once.  Now it hurts to type.

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Aug 24, 1456  Printing completed on the Gutenberg Bible.

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You know the special dates that mean something to you, but not everyone else?  (For me, March 21 will always be the day I got called to the Vice Principal's office for cutting 8th-grade chorus.  I think it's because I have a permanently ingrained mental image of the yellow hall pass that was sent from the VP’s office to collect me.)

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Aug 24, 79 AD  Mt. Vesuvius erupts for the first time, destroying Pompei.

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Tuesday, August 24, 2004

 

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(tries to stop thinking about it)

 

 

Noe spesielt kommer til å skje 24 august 2004.

 

Sorry for at innlegget ble langt.

[Billy Bob]

Venter i spenning..

[Xbox-PS2]

WTF har dettte med Halo2 og gjøre?

[Billy Bob]

Hemmelig beskjed/easter egg i ny Halo 2 trailer?

 

Jeg så nettopp den nye Halo 2 traileren på internett, og på slutten går web-adressen "www.Xbox.com" over til "www.ilovebees.com". Så går jeg inn på denne adressen, og i utgangspunktet finner jeg ingen informasjon om Halo 2. En ned telling spretter opp, med følgende beskjed:

 

 

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