Oh, gather ‘round lads n’ ladies and listen t’ the tale! ‘Twas me and this lass, ‘bout six ale’s in a piece, aye, playin none other’n Halo Reach. Blue was ‘head ten, Paradiso was the map. Both us were in a Warthog, see? When lo’ behold, we turn that corner and ther’ be a Scorpion tank! Now, we reflexes were off, but we charged t’ward certain death! Shot left of us, shot to the right! Guns blazin', we kept going! Our hog on fire, we hit a ramp and flew over that tank as it blew! We lost the match.