It’s day number three of my Happy Halodays celebration. A new entry in the Halo universe is finally upon us, and I could not be more excited. I don’t claim to be any kind of Halo historian, but I thought it might be fun to take a little trip down my own personal Halo memory lane. I was going to run through all of the main games in one post, but that started to get super long. Instead, I’m going to make a post for each game. So, let’s continue.
At the end of yesterday’s post, I had already graduated from college and was working and living in Austin. By the time Halo 3 came out, I had been part of full-blown adulthood for a few years. I was working for the same company but had transferred to their Houston office. Amazon release day delivery was also a thing by this point, though I do believe I had to pay extra for it. It was also a time where it was always kind of iffy as to whether or not I was going to be required to sign for a package. So, I had my copy shipped to my office. That’s always a fun conversation in a professional environment with old people who didn’t really know what an Xbox was.
Co-worker: “What’s that?”
Me: “My copy of Halo 3!”
Co-worker: “Oh, you’re one of those.”
I’m not sure what that means, but I guess they’re probably right. I couldn’t wait to get home. I had purchased the collector’s edition, or limited edition, or whatever meaningless word they threw in front of “edition”… it was the one with the extra shit. I remember cracking it open at my desk, but I don’t really remember what was in it. I’m sure there was an art book or something I flipped through. Those are pretty standard issue for those collector/limited things. It really didn’t matter. There was a new Halo in my hands, and I was happy.
In my first two posts, I mentioned a lot of friends who had moved all over the state/country for college. I grew up in the somewhat small town of Dickinson, TX. It’s about a 20-30 minute drive south from downtown Houston. Houston is a big place with a lot of jobs. So, a lot of those friends who had moved all over the place had made their way back to the Houston area for work. Naturally that meant that we were having a multiplayer party the weekend after release.
We all gathered at my friend Justin’s house. Instead of back-to-back couches, we actually broke up our 8-man group between two different rooms. The TVs were bigger than our high school days… and in HD. It was a lot like old times, but on a grander scale. We played until the wee hours of the morning, yelling insults at each other from room to room, all the while consuming many malty alcoholic beverages. The Halo franchise was more than a video game for us that evening. It was a reason. It was a reason to get together and forget about whatever other bullshit was going on. It was a way to step back in time a little bit… to be those carefree kids again, if only for a few hours.
I honestly don’t remember much of the story from Halo 3. I remember enjoying it. I remember finishing a fight of some sort. I remember there were arks and halos and prophets and Covenant and the Chief. By that point, much of the group of friends I know because of the path leading to this website had also been established. I remember late nights with the TinyChat gang (you know who you are) playing Team Slayer. I know that I now have a friend name Alex strictly because he was a badass teammate that I met while playing Halo 3 one night. But mostly, I remember that huge multiplayer party with my old high school friends.
So that’s Halo 3 for me. Join me on Monday as I cover Halo 4.