During one week I was placed at #65 (out of several hundred thousand tracked) in terms of point totals in Tribes. Interestingly, most all of my points were the result of kills (worth but one point) rather than flags (which were worth 10), making me an oddity in my then chosen class (Scout in the Renegades mod). More alarmingly, I did this while on a shoddy 56k connection (though, the summer of 1999 saw few people on the servers with high speed internet (Or LPB's - low ping bastards as we called them)). That said, this accomplishment came as a result of my most serious gaming addiction by far - as the last summer before I had to find gainful employment (combined with the fact that there was nowhere a 15 year old could go during the day without a car where I live - at least nowhere worth going to) I guess I felt obligated to waste as much time as possible. As a conservative estimate, I spent nearly 80 hours a week playing tribes, and I survived off of giant cans of cheese balls, bags of pretzels and endless cases of mountain dew. Surprisingly, I never gained an ounce, nor did I appear to suffer any illness to my awful lifestyle.
Shortly after I placed on the boards, I stopped playing Tribes. This was primarily due to the fact that I could often rack up 30:1 kill/death ratios in games and saw little challenge posed by my peers. These days I still consider myself pretty handy in most FPS games, but never have I managed to achieve such consistent domination. This is partly due to the fact that I am unable to dedicate 80 hours a week to a video game (between work, school and fencing I wouldn't be able to find time to sleep), and partly due to the the recent realism bend in games. Even the most bad-ass player in COD 4 can be taken out by a stray bullet fired by the most clueless noob. Back at the peak of my Tribes skill, the only way a noob could possibly hope to kill me was to hope for a lag spike, or perhaps to be lucky enough to engage me when I was out of grenade launcher ammunition, critically short on health and lacking spin-fuser ammo, and even then my health had to be in such short supply that I could be killed by an errant hyper blaster shot (which ought to be regarded as the single most useless weapon ever placed in a video game, though it did function just well enough at either point blank range or as a last line of defense against air attack to be found in many players setups).