I’ll actually talk about an event that occurred in my real life. I’ll go ahead and run down what I did last weekend. No, not this past one, the one before that. Yeah, the one over ten days ago. Johnny’s account is probably much better and amusing. And also a lot more timely since he did his the same weekend. Good lord, this is almost two weeks later! What’s the point? I’ve been working on it a while now, and I put enough work into it that I guess now I just want to get it out of my system.
I headed down to Columbus Friday night (not THIS Friday, remember, the one before that) in time for the midnight showing of Star Trek II: Wrath of Khan. It has held up pretty well, much better than Superman (scroll down past the Candidate stuff) which I had seen at a previous midnight showing. But there were still quite a few giggles for some of the film’s more dramatic moments.
That was Friday. On to Saturday. Okay, so my friend Eric from high school sends me an email many weeks ago: He’s got a plan. A wonderful dream. 16-man Halo. Many times at Johnny’s, we’ve played 8-man Halo, that requires two TVs and two Xboxen. Lots of fun. You math majors out there have already figured out that 16-man Halo would require 4 TVs and 4 Xboxen. Oh, and a hub to plug all the machines into. But you math majors weren’t required to know that. Anyway, for this day, August 14, 2004, we would have the proper equipment.
Johnny, Moe, and I showed up at Eric’s place about a half an hour before most people showed up. Johnny had his X-box gear all packed up, ready to throw into the fray. For the record, I brought mine too, but left it in the trunk. I kept it as a back-up in case someone forgot their’s. After all, how bad would it have sucked for only 12 of us to play at a time because someone had a “senior moment?” It would have sucked very much, thank you very much. We preceded to set up our domain, the basement.

At the same time, Eric’s friend Jesse began settin’ up his gear on Eric’s porch. A special note, despite the Nebraska headgear and Nebraska shirt, he is not a Nebraska fan.

More of Eric’s friends showed up, unfortunately can’t remember any more names. They set up a third Xbox in the kitchen. The fourth was Eric’s, already in the family room position.
Anticipation was mounting. I was getting antsy. I had been thinking about this day for a while now with excitement and trepidation. Yeah, I would do something I hadn’t before. But at the same time, I was worried I was going to get my ass handed to me on a regular basis. I fretted that Johnny, who is clearly the best Halo player I know, would be average compared to the race of supermen we would be facing. Trust me, don’t care about Johnny’s fragile ego, worried about mine. If he’s middle of the road, I would be the roadkill. Fortunately, most of us appeared to be around the same ability level, which made it pretty good. Speaking of Johnny, here’s Johnny being… well, Johnny.

My proudest moments came during Capture the Flag games. Which is ironic since I normally suck at that part. But the first two times we played, I captured the flag and safely brought it back to our base, thus winning the game for our team. Maybe it helped that we were playing on Blood Gulch, my favoritest. A piece of advice for capture the flag, never EVER play on Sidewinder. We’d probably still be playing that game today if we hadn’t have just called it a stalemate after a wasted hour.
At the height of the day, we had fourteen people playing at the same time. I was little disappointed that there were only four levels that could accomidate more than 12 players. That kind of stifled our options. More frustrations started to build. Just the process of getting everyone on the same page, or same level, was a taxing experience. We’d be trying to yell commands up the stairs and there were loooong pauses between games and people would be pushing buttons they shouldn’t and we’d have to start all over again. And we weren’t even shooting each other yet. Definitely caused some aggrevation.
Oh, yeah, and there was Johnny being Johnny. That didn’t help things, I’m sure. I don’t know what it was, maybe the fact that I was in the same room as him or the fact that I was doing quite well myself, but he didn’t rub me the wrong way. I remember one time during 8-man Halo at his place when I was in a different room than him, I wanted to strangle him. I think it really grates on you when the only time you see him is when “Thrillhouse” is killing you dead and the only time you hear him is when he taunts all who have fallen before him.
All in all, I think everyone had fun that day.

Well, not everyone. Sorry, Lucy… I mean Lexi.
I did come away with some good thoughts on how to optimize the fun of a 4 Xboxen day of Halo for future endeavors. If you’re thinking of hosting such a party, listen up. I am the voice of experience. Well, some experience.
First off, communication is the key. Everyone doesn’t have to be in the same room, but try to eliminate barriers between consules. If you can’t do that, assign each console a “captain” or someone in charge to make sure everyone at his (or her, we’re equal opportunity here at the Sock Drawer) station is ready to go at the appropriate times. Otherwise, you have a lot of downtime waiting for everyone else to join in. Walkie talkies would have definitely been a big boost and a great way to avoid climbing up stairs.
Second, have a good idea of what everyone wants. I think there were a lot of different ideas of what would be fun with all these people. Some people wanted team killings, some people wanted kamikazi games, others capture the flag and other games. It’s important to make sure everyone gets a taste of what they want or frustration can build. Preperation doesn’t hurt. Come up with game scenarios before the day in question and even have them created in your consule.
Third, and I can’t believe I didn’t have this first, is food. Eric had this one down cold. He had a good variety of snacks and liquid refreshments available, and also encouraged those who were coming to bring stuff, too. Naturally, I showed up empty handed. We also ordered pizza which made for a good dinner break. Another option might be grilling up some burgers, but that takes away from Halo time.
Speaking of breaks, probably a good idea to establish how long you want breaks between games. Some people like to get right back to the killing, while others are willing to mosey around a bit. Maybe an excess of players and subs make both types of players happy.
Despite some of the little problems, I had a blast and really want to thank Eric for hosting it. That was a brave thing letting all of us gun-toting psychos into your home. Now with this experience under my belt, I’ll know how to prepared for next time. And now, you will, too. Follow these tips, and the only killings that will happen will be on your Xbox.
Okay, only two weeks later, but I got it done. Now you see why I don’t do this. Takes way too long to bring out the details of my life. And they don’t make for good blogging, either.
“But see! That’s what I’m talking about! Now he’ll send Samson after the rest of us and he’ll go totally sickhouse on our asses! I *like* my ass gentlemen.”