- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
When you find yourself spontaneously imagining your english teacher with a plasma nade stuck to her face.
When you ask the insanely hot girl you've been after for eight and a half months, you say:
"There are things about Halo even the Hierarchs do not understand."
You suddenly decide to spend two hours drawing a picture of a multiplayer map based off half your crappy hometown.
You imagine your $1250 Buick Century is a Warthog while driving down a busy freeway with your friends, start yelling "BANG-BANG!!", and attempt to run another similar car off the road, under the impression that it's an enemy-controlled vehicle.
You're the only person for four miles that can spell "Killtacular."