Alright, Im lying. It was my first game in AWHILE. 2-3 years to be exact. Anyways, I start and remember I always used to love the beret. So I pick it and a SOCOM. Its a teammatch, and yellow has 4 players, blue has 2, and one lone player is on green; Me. So I see this swarm of yellows coming towards me, so I kneel down. Except I hit the wrong [IMAGE]ing-nut-clenching second. I pressed the wrong button again! So now Im weapon less, and he saw the socom falling in front of him. So I jump up and repeatedly hit prone and hold down the right mouse key, which makes me look like a retarded bird of some sort. Either way, it works, and the bullet just misses me. So now im weaponless and I go sit in a corner and revise my battle plan. I figure I wait till someone dies and get their weapon. Now, i've been in the game since the start and im still sitting at 0 kills 0 deaths, and theres only 2 minutes left ( its only a 6 minute time limit ). I need to get a kill! So I watch a battle and run up to a surpised enemy and grab my weapon off the ground, prepared to blow his brains out then piss on his body ( the /piss command has many uses, didn't ya know? ). I check the ammo bar to quickly make sure its fully loaded. One bullet, must be M79. I adjust my aim quickly and press fire. What the hell? No bullet? GOD DAMNIT! ITS A KNIFE! So now im looking at a guy with a spas who probably was laughing his ass off and trying to not to call me a noob, fires a round into my face. So I run like someone stuck a flaming mace up my ass. Now I have this knife, and I need one kill! So I run off, trying to find someone, but its like they are hiding from me.
20 seconds left
Where are they!
10 seconds left
AHA! A lone blue soldier!
5 seconds!
Cmon, 3 more steps!
2 seconds!
I brandish my knife and prepare to stab.
1 second!
I stab!
Game over, the score shows. I can see my knife in his body and his body is falling with blood everywheres. I KILLED HIM! Whats this? My score is still 0 - 0? No! NO! I killed one person! By this point, I felt like killing a cat. Or a puppy. But I witheld my rage and decided to try again. My score this round? 1 kill, 19 deaths. My one kill was a fluke to tell the truth. I threw a knife by ACCIDENT and just happened to hit someone far below. Well....I tried my best. But I looked like a total newb. Iwon't go into detail how I practiced my aim...I pretty much camper...well moved about 50 centimeters every 50 seconds. for the next 10 games working on my aim. Now im better, but I will never forgot running around with no weapons wondering if I should just become a beret camping whore. Instead, I became a Beret half-camping slut. Go me. Cheers!
![[IMAGE]](images/censored.gif[/img]ing button. Now My beret is lying 2 feet in front of me. Should I go get it? I big stream of steady bullets ripping into my body gives me a answer. So I run like a chicken with his balls cut off, and somehow manage to survive. Grab a health pack, and set off with a socom. I find a blue player camping with a beret looking the wrong way. So I decide to be all sneaky and kill him with my socom up close, a few shots to the head. So I run up and press crouch so I CANNOT miss. Oh wait one [img]images/censored.gif){kind=link}
20 seconds left
Where are they!
10 seconds left
AHA! A lone blue soldier!
5 seconds!
Cmon, 3 more steps!
2 seconds!
I brandish my knife and prepare to stab.
1 second!
I stab!
Game over, the score shows. I can see my knife in his body and his body is falling with blood everywheres. I KILLED HIM! Whats this? My score is still 0 - 0? No! NO! I killed one person! By this point, I felt like killing a cat. Or a puppy. But I witheld my rage and decided to try again. My score this round? 1 kill, 19 deaths. My one kill was a fluke to tell the truth. I threw a knife by ACCIDENT and just happened to hit someone far below. Well....I tried my best. But I looked like a total newb. Iwon't go into detail how I practiced my aim...I pretty much camper...well moved about 50 centimeters every 50 seconds. for the next 10 games working on my aim. Now im better, but I will never forgot running around with no weapons wondering if I should just become a beret camping whore. Instead, I became a Beret half-camping slut. Go me. Cheers!