Still recovering from spending the past six months in a suitcase, I was unable to find my headset until last night, so my Halocizing has been fairly muted to say the least. After tackling my storage locker and finally recovering this sacred earpiece I quickly logged on to XBL, eager to hear preteens discuss what they were going to do to my mother later that evening. What happened afterwards was both shocking, and disturbing. I believe you know what I'm talking about... the D Pad... What in the tender loving fuck is that? (you should know, I only bring out "tender loving fuck" in extreme circumstances) How on earth does Bungie expect me to have the coordination to feed my nicotine addiction, dual wield those lovely SMG's, and T-Bag fallen foes all while reaching down to hit the D-Pad every time I want to tell said preteens exactly what I was going to do to their mothers afterwards? Can't relate? How about those times where you achieve something totally rad, and you blurt out the first blazing one liner that comes to your mind, only to realise that you forgot to hit the D-Pad, and your majesty has fallen on deaf ears? Is there a way to counter this? No one I've played with has been able to. You've done me wrong Bungie, so very wrong.