Then 15-20 years later, those same glorious halls will echo with the sound of the Halo.

The reverberated utterances of DOUBLEKILL cascading into a TRIPLEKILL, or god bless it an OVERKILL. Our geriatric eyes darting across the screen during a round of swat trying to get that beautiful bullet sway of a perfectly swiped Battle Rifle shot.

Mountain Dew coursing through our ancient and dilapidated bodies. Obliterating the covenant, split screen mayhem, the MLG generation.

Power to the fucking players baby.