[Disclaimer: This blog does not represent the views or opinions of Enkido as he exists in a sane state and he cannot be held responsible for the content expressed in this article. For real, we need to talk. Also, cocks.]
So now here we are today. You are still a great game, a solid shooter, a staple in competitive gaming, but one thing you are not is my game. Not anymore, and most likely never again. I hear that you will be visiting again soon, that invitations are already being sent. I ask that you hold mine, that you forget about me, move on to those who will appreciate you. Please, do not Reach for me, for it is in vain. I'm sorry, but Halo, it's over.
Well, that was a lot of melodrama, glad that's over. I feel that it's missing something though, maybe some innuendo. Hows this, I will miss handling your big sniper rifles, sending white streams across the screen into the faces of other players. Yeah, that should do it.
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