You want humiliating wanker-sniper ownage? :3 You've come to the right guy.propertyofcobra said:(And if you find a camping sniper, please, kill him in the most insulting way possible. Balance a grenade on his stupid head. Pull out the worst weapon in the game and explicitly type out "Behind you, dipshit" before you kill him. Make these stupid people stop their ways and start playing like honorable men.)
Battlefield 2 - Operation Clean Sweep. My team - pinned down to one spawn - the Abandoned Village, possibly the shittest spawn to be penned in by three gunships, two tanks, an APC constant bombing raids from all jets available, where every other enemy not in a vehicle was a sniper. With no vehicles.
Anyway. The snipers were in two groups of six, on two hills overlooking the spawn, and were kicking the shit out of us - the MEC - with M24's, L96a1's and M95's.
I spawned as SpecOps, using G36c (love that gun, plus, have not unlocked SCAR), an with my lone squadmate, we ran out the back of the spawn, along a dirt road - very visible to anyone paying the least bit of attention. Unfortunately for my squaddie, he took a shell to the side of the head, falling at my feet. I dived behind a tree, hoping nobody saw me. After a minute, I continue running along the road, right next to the sniper-covered hill. I ran straight towards their base - but instead of capping - the "neutral" state would have ended with me being attacked by AH-1Z's and half of the snipers - I walked casually up behind the snipers. I stood there a good couple of minutes, teabagging them (much to the delight of speccing dead teammates) and walking over them, before pulling out my C4 and casually dropping one C4 onto each of the snipers (although not enough for six, but he was close enough - and they did not notice my presence).
Anyway, I then made my way back to a small bush a few metres away, crouching in it, I gave the heads up to my team to watch the snipers.
And pressed the button.
After a second's delay, Six snipers flew off the hill, several metres into the air, scattering over the battlefield. The voice communications for my team were filled with laughter, and the dead snipers accused me of hacking.
After waiting for them to respawn, check the hill, and get back into position, I ran back up the hill, and stabbed them all in the back, before being blown to kingdom come by a TV-guided missile.
Good times.