My story is the tensest game of Halo Reach to ever have been conceived: It was Bungie day last year, a group of 4 players, of which I was a proud part, watch in awe as, from the other side of Hemmorage, an army of Spartans charge with a tsunami of 'Hogs, Wraiths and Revenants in a mass game of Big Team Battle. The game had been close for the last five minutes, but as the timer clicked over to one minute remaining, it was down to the wire. As the horde of vehicles screeched over the hills, snipers opened fire upon them, unleashing a wave of fire upon the mechanical tide. Assault Rifles Rattled off rounds in a deadly sea of bullets. The machines of war began to return fire, projecting a hail of burning plasma. After a few seconds of fire, the bodies of the dead and twisted metal corpses littered the ground leaving only two Spartans per team, and two kills a side for victory. A firefight emerges between the survivors, when out of nowhere, the front half of a destroyed Revenant flew past, killing both enemies and crediting my team the kills, with the game timer resting at 0:09. We celebrated with a box of jam doughnuts. Best Bungie day ever.