It takes something special to pry me out of my apparent blogging sabbatical: A news item in which a kid punched his mom after she killed his Halo 3 network connection and subsequently gets taken to juvi after the parents call the coppers.

God bless you, Indian River County, for allowing this to happen.

The official account of the story is sadly lacking specific gaming details and statistics, but we do know that the kid’s parents told him to shut off his game and Mom pulled the Wireless Adapter out of the Xbox after he refused. The dude went off like an enraged Brute, failed to find the adapter, and then charged his mom and gave her a serious melee attack directly in the face — which conveniently helped him fulfill the “Up Close and Personal” achievement.

He finally retreated to the cover of his bedroom and camped there until Sheriff deputies forced him out. Fucking campers.

Seriously though, I’ve been searching all the wire-services for any of the really important details. Was he in matchmaking? Was it a ranked match? Was he in a team-based ranked match? Was he about to improve his rank after that last killing spree, only to see it all negated after bailing on the game? These are the questions that the media and the Indian River Sheriff should be asking.

As a moderately poor yet heavily addicted Halo 3 player myself, I totally sympathize with the little dude. Granted, the little bastard has probably teabagged my corpse with too much glee, but this doesn’t change the fact that you simply don’t fuck with somebody playing Halo at certain key moments.

On the other hand, if the child was only playing the campaign single-player on Easy then he’s a fucking little brat.