In my younger and more vulnerable years I played a game of Halo that I've been turning over in my mind ever since (cookie for reference). Having already spent countless hours playing splitscreen on what remains our favorite party game to this day, we had reached an unequal equilibrium in Halo 2. One of my friends and I were far better than everyone else, which, while being something we both quite enjoyed, was not as popular among everyone else. To remedy this situation my skilled friend and I shared a controller, with each of us using one hand. Needless to say, awkward, uncoordinated hilarity ensued, becoming even more fun when we managed to grab the rocket launcher. To this day that remains my favorite moment playing a Bungie game (or any game, for that matter). And so we beet on, Spartans against the energy sword, born back ceaselessly into Lockout.