One Specific Halo Night

Halo nights deserve their own extremely large post. This smaller one will discuss one fateful Halo night. It was a Friday and we had been playing 4 on 4 or 6 on 6 capture the flag. The map was bloodgulch , or coagulation- whichever. I was a pretty good sniper and got way too into games for my own good. My goodness- the feeling of sniping someone who was about to capture the flag was beyond words- almost as good as sniping someone off of a moving ghost.

Austin Caldwell was being talked up by allll of his 'cronies'- they were saying that he was the best sniper ever and he could beat anybody. It seemed like all my 'boys' backed me as a challenger and I was confident.- I mean I was AWESOME. He arrived and we got down to business- separate tvs- system-linked- different rooms. No greater challenge.

It started and ended quickly. I was a 'noob' and ran around center- he stuck to the rocks and hills. Boom- headshot- I was dead. WTF? No way. boom boom boom- dead 3 more times. I believe he killed me 10 and i killed him 2 or 3. I was beyond mad- beyond ashamed. I did not want anyone to look at me- I did not want to admit defeat. I was broken.

We continued to play more capture the flag- and i only went for Austin- He would not best me. Ended up we were pretty evenly matched- but to this day I cant look at him without remembering that night.

I still maintain im better- seriously