I was cleaning up my office a little bit, archiving an old notebook when I came across this bit about Halo 3 from when it first came out.

When you are really into Halo 3, when you leap from the edge of the space castle firing your assault rifle mid air at some helpless schmuck on a nearby outcropping, when you almost smell the panic in their jerky movements as they flail about, returning fire wildly, unable to escape, and when you land with the butt of your gun smashing cleanly through their helmet for the kill, the sensation you experience is deeply barbaric, primal, visceral and satisfying. When you leap from the vacated corpse of your victim and launch from some blue light cannon back into the space castle, in search of your next victim, seeking more battle, more death, more fun, you understand how quickly it can become 2 in the morning without you noticing it.