Picture the scene:
The ground rumbled with the sound of the tank toppling off the stage and crashing against the harsh ground, riddled with bullets. The Music stopped, for us to hear the thumping beat of the Helicopter bouncing around the stadium. The moment of breif tranquility was interruppted by the thundering footsteps of the horde, leaking out from every doorway and window. Machine gun fire served only to postpone the attacks of our oncoming advisaries.
The Helicopter drew level with a platform. The stairs which led to our freedom were swarming with the Angry charging fiends. A blast from my partner's Grenade launcher cleared the way, but lit up the new threat, the monsterous tank. With quick thinking, and not to mention feet, I dashed past the manevolent abbomination and cleared the path the the helicopter with a pipe
bomb. Metres remained, I could feel the breath of the Infected behind me.
All of a sudden, the stupid fucking server died on me and allowed me to comprehend what might have been an achievment for completing the whole of Dark Carnival on Expert.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUU