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Microsoft and Bungie have been advertising the beta version of Halo 3 for some time now, but it's now 2.40pm on the 16th May, more than an hour and a half after the client was supposed to be made available, and the community is in uproar.

Whilst those gamers who managed to bag themselves a code from one of the Xbox community sites are quite happily enjoying Halo 3 as we speak, those people who forked out for a copy of Crackdown have been left out in the cold.

There's currently no official word from Bungie or Major Nelson, who have been been inundated with angry posters, including school kids who hoped to download the client before they left for school and people who have taken the day off work just to get their first glimpse of the anticipated title. One guy on our friend's list (you know who you are) even sent pictures of himself tearing apart the Crackdown box and booklet in a fit of rage! That'll show them...nutter (of course the disc was safely in the Xbox 360 drive).

Bungie have stated that they have informed the guys at Xbox live and the problem should be rectified shortly, but we've heard different. A source close to Bungie tells us they've had huge problems with the server that unlocks the client to those who have a copy of Crackdown and that it will be some time before the problem is rectified; it's been suggested that the client download may not be available until tomorrow.

It's annoying we know, we've been waiting patiently by our Xbox 360 for the client to go live and its been driving us nuts, but alll we can do is keep our fingers crossed and hope that we won't have to wait another 24 hours. We're just hoping that it will be fixed! God help them if it isn't! Major Nelson's been getting some right stick as per usual and the Bungie site has been inundated with angry gamers. We want Halo now, they scream!! It should be worth the wait though, so let's all calm down.

In the meantime, if you're looking for some Halo 3 action it's worth checking out the video from Rooster Teeth, who will be making machinima on Halo 3. It's on the Xbox live marketplace, or you can watch it at the Rooster Teeth official site.

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