I grew up with Halo.
I was introduced to Halo, when I was 7 years old.
My parents got divorced when I was 3 years old, so 4 years after the divorce I got into Halo.
WHAT A FANTASTIC DAY.
BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.
All the pain, all my negative thoughts perished into nothingness.
All my mind was settled to, was the vast mystery the Halo had to offer me.
The different biomes, the snow, the night sky with stars, the iconic music, a universe that no one knew before, a super soldier with an AI and with a cool character, aliens, zombies and the atmosphere.
It was a fantastic escape from reality.
All the other Halo titles that would come to life in the future, would also help my mind to be free from stress and negative thoughts.
I got a cat that got the name: «Pusen»,
when I started playing Halo.
He became 15 years old before he passed away.
He was my best friend when playing Halo,
from Combat Evolved to Guardians.
My cat couldn’t play on controller obviously,
but he kept my company through all the iconic stories told. It was such a positive thing to have in my life.
It had such an impact on my life.
To have a social Halo experience with my cat.
Now, when I see 343 Industries try to make money off every tiny little bit they can, I get really sad.
Very, very, very sad.
Halo was never about making money.
It was a perfect universe to escape to.
Now, it’s a good universe. But with much frustration.
The greed and thurst for money, ruined what Halo is.
Halo is a gift to humanity.
A perfect escape from reality.
A good story, a good laugh and experience.
With friends, and family.
I really hope 343 Industries will get their brains straight from this point in time and forward.
To mark what Halo really is, for all the eyes to watch it.
To create new lifechanging experiences for new generations to come.
Do not create more Halo for money, please.
Create more Halo for the legacy.
For the people.
I have faith in you 343I.
Please make good decisions.
Thanks for reading.
Have a good day.
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comment what your experience with Halo are.
