Well, I never thought it could happen to me. Last night my Xbox betrayed me. I saw the lights. The dreaded three red lights that meant my Xbox was lost to me. All the good times we’ve had. Taking down the Locust Horde, getting destroyed in Madden, drunken beat downs handed out and taken in Fight Night, and taking down the Third Reich. Twice. Then this little game called Halo 3 came out. It was so innocent at first. A week of campaign to build up some skills. Then dabbling in online play. Nothing too bad at first. A little Snowbound. Then a some Epitaph. But then it got intense. Some social slayer with some shady people. A little ranked deathmatch with the likes of individuals named K0Kn0Kr and DrtyH0r69. I fell into the darkness of unprotected gaming with multiple partners of shady backgrounds. I shared Needlers, used grav lifts with other players. Maybe it was the late night benders, or being so slutty with my choices of online partners. Whatever it was my Xbox 360 caught the internet death virus, paying the ultimate price.

For the next 2-3 weeks I will mourn my loss. Then I’ll forget that weak excuse for a console once the replacement arrives. Will I change my ways? Perhaps, but then where’s the fun?