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Jul. 28th, 2005 07:37 pmFrom the very first moment I met Woody, I knew I liked him.
I already thought he was pretty cool anyhow, what with being James' best friend, and being so damned hilarious every time we played Halo together.
Oh! See, and we didn't even really have any sort of actual bond until one night, months ago, I was having a bad day playing online with everyone. We were in matchmaking, which meant we were being randomly pitted against strangers, and we were playing a particularly difficult and frustrating game of capture the flag on Waterworks, a large map that is set in a dark cavern, with massive machinery running down the middle of it. I had obtained the Wraith, a large, Covenant plasma tank, and I was moving large crates to block the doors with it. I was cranky. I admit it. I'd been getting sniped and blown up far too many times for my ego to take, and there was a little dark cloud of gloom hovering right over my head from it. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Woody comes running around to the back of the base where I was 'decorating,' and he begins jumping and leaping around the tank, blurting out, "Hug! Hug! Hug hug! Hug!"
I cried, "Woody, what in the hell are you doing?"
"I am hugging y--" he began to reply joyfully, until a terrible misstep crushed him under the dark flippers of my tank.
"Shit," I muttered, but I was starting to smile.
Approximately half a dozen deaths later, and I was crying with laughter, cursing Woody's name and vowing never to use the Wraith in a game with him ever again. When I finally died, my respawn time plus penalty for team killing was well towards the minute mark. I sat there and yelled at Woody on team speak as soon as I was able, wheezing and gasping and wiping the tears from my eyes.
Later, as I asked James what the hell was up with that, he reminded me what a shitty mood I had been in. "This is what Woody does," he explained.
And I was thus enlightened.
In May, I got to spend an entire weekend with Woody when a bunch of people were here in my town for Hivemeet. It was truly joyous - that guy is one of the happiest people I think I've ever met. And we just clicked as instant friends. I look forward to the next time we get to hang out - my life will seem a bit brighter for it. Seriously.
Today is Woody's birthday. I'd like to wish him the very best, because he's brought so much humor and happiness to so many people I know.
Many happy returns, kid! Y Tu Na Man, Tambien!!
I already thought he was pretty cool anyhow, what with being James' best friend, and being so damned hilarious every time we played Halo together.
Oh! See, and we didn't even really have any sort of actual bond until one night, months ago, I was having a bad day playing online with everyone. We were in matchmaking, which meant we were being randomly pitted against strangers, and we were playing a particularly difficult and frustrating game of capture the flag on Waterworks, a large map that is set in a dark cavern, with massive machinery running down the middle of it. I had obtained the Wraith, a large, Covenant plasma tank, and I was moving large crates to block the doors with it. I was cranky. I admit it. I'd been getting sniped and blown up far too many times for my ego to take, and there was a little dark cloud of gloom hovering right over my head from it. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Woody comes running around to the back of the base where I was 'decorating,' and he begins jumping and leaping around the tank, blurting out, "Hug! Hug! Hug hug! Hug!"
I cried, "Woody, what in the hell are you doing?"
"I am hugging y--" he began to reply joyfully, until a terrible misstep crushed him under the dark flippers of my tank.
"Shit," I muttered, but I was starting to smile.
Approximately half a dozen deaths later, and I was crying with laughter, cursing Woody's name and vowing never to use the Wraith in a game with him ever again. When I finally died, my respawn time plus penalty for team killing was well towards the minute mark. I sat there and yelled at Woody on team speak as soon as I was able, wheezing and gasping and wiping the tears from my eyes.
Later, as I asked James what the hell was up with that, he reminded me what a shitty mood I had been in. "This is what Woody does," he explained.
And I was thus enlightened.
In May, I got to spend an entire weekend with Woody when a bunch of people were here in my town for Hivemeet. It was truly joyous - that guy is one of the happiest people I think I've ever met. And we just clicked as instant friends. I look forward to the next time we get to hang out - my life will seem a bit brighter for it. Seriously.
Today is Woody's birthday. I'd like to wish him the very best, because he's brought so much humor and happiness to so many people I know.
Many happy returns, kid! Y Tu Na Man, Tambien!!
