I really hate all the hate. Codfags, Halofags, complaining about Reach's DMR, complaining about Halo 4 in general. I remember a time, a simpler time when there was no rage, there was no fighting. All it was, was a desire, a want. I heard of Halo 2 and I was so bloody excited to get the game. There were people who'd tattooed the game's logo on their body before the game even came out. Then there was the launch - there were masses, and MASSES of people with one single goal in their mind and that was to get their hands on this game. But why? I fell asleep for a few hours and woke up when it was dark. I had no idea what was going on around me; I just felt light-headed as -blam!-. I shuffled over to the bathroom like a zombie; a nice shower should wake me up. I turned the knob, listened to a hiss, and then to the sweet sound of water raining down on a surface. I stepped up and over into the bathtub, falling down in the tub because I couldn't manage to stand up. I just sat there with the warm water raining down, thinking absolutely nothing. Then I heard something playing in my head. Something... awesome. An Earth-shattering tune that could only be recalled from my youth. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYqWU4N88E4 So this was the game they called Halo... I don't want anyone to compare the days of Halo 2 to Halo 4 and I don't want to hear anyone talking about how they hated the armor abilities in Halo Reach. I want you to just shut up, close your eyes, and listen to the goddamned music.