Dear Bungie,
Through waves of never ending covenant, to the ancient beings, to the one thing that held them back; the one thing that started it all. Each game tells a tale one thousand fold that of any novel. Each one so in depth, poetic to say the least. From storming the beach, to viewing the world from the Arbiters eye. The only words I can stutter, as I witness your departure, are a measly "Thank You." From the day the seed was planted in the ground, to now. The tree has grown. 343 is still a sapling, but with your light, with YOUR support, they can grow. Although I'll leave you, onto newer ventures, I will always be here in spirit. Your gripping storyline, enthralling and touching music, and beautiful graphics and gameplay were all years ahead of their time. I could never leave that. I'd slash other games, but while I contemplate, I realize no other game is worthy of anything even close to that of comparison. I've blamed Stosh for every damn thing in my life since I first crossed this website.
After my nine years on Halo, the numerous grade markdowns due to lack of homework completion, the epic battles on Beaver Creek, Coagulation, Guardian, and Sword Base, and the Chiefs epic one liners, what can I possibly say. I've shed a tear or two, felt my heart race, and spent countless nights pwning noobs in matchmaking. I've never had more fun smashing by -BLAM!- on someone's face. For the future, good luck. For the past, thank you. It's been one hell of a ride, and I'm happy you let me come along for it...we all are. Truly, thank you Bungie. With any luck, we'll see you starside as well.
(This sounds a lot better if you have Never Forget playing in the backround.[Thanks Martin])