In honor of Halo's 15 year anniversary, I am going to post this story (Expecting a few people to find it corny and horrible). I was 6 years old, year 2006. I remember my dad buying an Xbox and a Halo 2 Limited Collector's Edition. So, I got in to playing it with him. I remember booting up the game for the first time, and I was instantly hooked. Since I was only 6, all we did was split-screen mp on Beaver Creek. It was really a competition of who could get the rocket launcher first. But eventually we played campaign together. It was fun, until, one day, bang. The Xbox broke. It was basically the classic RRoD. For about 6 or 7 years, during a house cleaning, I found it in an unmarked bin in my parents closet. I never remembered playing, hell, even having the game until I found it. I put it in my 360, and eventually got it to work. Since it is on a new system, I lost all of the progress we made. So I started a new game and finally beat it today (it's not that it was hard, it's just I was always playing with my friends online). It was a great feeling to finally accomplish that on Halo's anniversary. TL;DR: Play H2 with dad then Xbox breaks. I then find the game after a few yrs and beat it today.