Hi, everyone! I’m here to make you feel old. I figure, I’m turning 27 in a couple of days, it’s the least I can do to spread the feeling-old-cheer. Ready?
Halo came out over nine years ago. That’s right. There are kids these days playing video games who have never lived in a pre-Xbox world.
You’re welcome.
Halo is one of exactly two traditional shooters that I’ve actually enjoyed, the other being Goldeneye 007. My memories of Halo, though, are a little different. See, I played a lot of multiplayer in Goldeneye, but I also played a lot of the story mode. A lot. In fact I think my focus on that game was getting through the story mode. As proof, back then I could quote probably half of the lines from the game.
Anyways, I played the story mode with Halo, too, but that wasn’t the point of the game for me.
The point of Halo was hours and hours and hours of multiplayer. Mmmyep.

Hours of making crazy novelty “[insert random weapon name here] only” modes
Hours of accusing people of “screen-looking”
Hours of me getting the tank and subsequently racking up more kills than should be legal
Hours of people getting the tank before me and shoving it into the cracks in the wall in Blood Gulch so I couldn’t get it
Hours of “three on one” fights against my brother because he was stupidly good
Hours of this game simply not getting old despite the fact that there were only, what, like 12 different maps? And we played Blood Gulch 80% of the time anyway?
Halo was, to put a simply, a period of a few months of my life that I remember fondly. School was getting tough and my job at the time sucked, but I could come home and wrangle up some friends and family and notch up the frags long into the night. I wouldn’t be this “social” with a video game again until World of Warcraft, and it just was a ridiculously fun experience.