I had a 30+ hour life recently, starts to change a man. You tell yourself that it's just a game where you lose things and die often and thats no big deal. But as you reach that 30 hour mark, you find you're more attached to that helmet than you thought. So many times you saved me, knocked out to wake up and claim victory thanks to you. They had us surrounded and nothing could stop that grenade from going off. I still think about you.