In my first game of Halo CE, I really didn’t know what was going on. It was both my first time playing a shooter and an Xbox game, and my friends were the sort of jerks that wouldn’t tell you the controls. We were playing on Battle Creek, and they were farming me mercilessly for kills. The tides turned while I was stumbling through the river and I accidentally picked up a discarded Plasma Grenade and immediately stuck the first bastard I saw with it. At that moment, I became a suicidal god of death, and Halo became explosively fun.