Way back in 2004, my friend introduced me to Halo 2. And I sucked at it. We'd play all the time in an attempt to make me better, but he'd always hammer me. One day, we were playing on Ascension, and being the jackwad he is, my friend got in the Banshee after going up a few kills to put the game away. I'd managed to find the rockets and took aim as he was coming straight for me. I tried to lock on, then I fired. My rocket missed, his bomb hit, and I died. I respawned looking for a way to take him down, and died a few more times over the next few minutes. Then, as I prepared myself for another death out in the open, my friend pulled the trigger. And he exploded. My rocket, after a wayward journey, had finally found its target. That's where I really fell in love with Halo.