Stupid ass washing machine...
When the Albatross dropship pilot looked out of his window and saw the sandy, Forerunner island, the great towering structures - a monument, a Relic, to a battle won, a hero lost, how he must have gasped.
For the graphics were great, your Spartan was yours to make, and to spam hacker's mailbox's with letters of hate... :D
Five years of Endless Summers fade away as the plug is pulled, a hundred thousand games lost to the confines of Bungie.net. A hundred thousand kills, a hundred thousand deaths, and a hundred thousand friends made in those matches. Halo 2 is entering a Deep Winter, and we can only weep as it passes by.
Thank you, Halo 2. We'll miss you.