BF 2142
Riding a drop pod down from the Titan, only to see that an enemy dropship fricking packed full of troops was going to beat me to the capture point I was aimed at. So, I figure, what the hell; I aim my drop pod at it, to give it a good nudge(or just see what would happen), rather resigned to my fate of being pwned when it dropped troops. Well, it turns out, I crashed through them like some kind of giant rail gun, causing the full dropship to turn into a fireball that took all hands with it. I landed directly on the point, hunkered down, and took it without fuss.
On another map(it's been so long, I forgot names), the one covered in snow with the giant friggin wall, I manned a Gauss turret and held off an armored offensive, scoring three mech kills and two tanks before someone finally had the brilliant idea of flanking and knifing me. Still, the spear head was stalled, and we turned it around on them.
CoD IV
Being killed by a team of incredibly well drilled, efficient players who moved in a tactical file down an alley and turned away when I dropped... only to realize too late that I was making a Last Stand. Killed all five of them with a Colt, all chest and head shots. It was Magical, forever.
Star Wars: Battlefront
On Dantoine, I think the map was called arena or something. Anyway, we had the Jedi Hero advantage, meaning Darth Vader FTW. Well, the rebels were coming out in force... I mean, shit, they were SWARMING down these two linked staircases, and there I was, a normal storm trooper cursing and firing my E-11 like there was no tomorrow, somehow scoring a high kill ratio as I spun left and right trying to stem the tide with lasers... then, while reloading and pivoting, there's the Big Man Himself.
Suddenly I'm back to back with Lord Darth Vader, him with his saber and me with my rifle, cutting down an ungodly tide of rebel scum that had my adrenaline pumping as I approached the end of my last clip... and suddenly, they just stopped coming. I turned to look at the Dark Lord of the Sith, and he turned to face me, as if in some kind of acknowledgement, before turning back and running up the stair he had held with me. Me, shaking with excitement and the post shootergasm jitters, hurried up the other joined stair.
And finally, Mos Eisley. The battle was fierce, me and my imperial comrades down to just five troops against three times as many rebels; we'd rallied along one of the main avenues, all of us standard soldiers, staring down a street riddled with rebels taking cover and advancing. I looked amongst our troops, and noticed only three others of my number. I looked at the counter again, and then shrugged and continued to fire shots at the advancing enemy, who came with in spitting distance... and then ran back, firing high.
I turn while reloading, curious as to what is going on, to have an AT-ST's big, glorious chicken foot come crushing down beside me, rushing up the street and firing it's guns into the shocked rebels. As one, we all ran out of cover alongside of it, blasting away at anything it missed and claiming victory. Good times...
Riding a drop pod down from the Titan, only to see that an enemy dropship fricking packed full of troops was going to beat me to the capture point I was aimed at. So, I figure, what the hell; I aim my drop pod at it, to give it a good nudge(or just see what would happen), rather resigned to my fate of being pwned when it dropped troops. Well, it turns out, I crashed through them like some kind of giant rail gun, causing the full dropship to turn into a fireball that took all hands with it. I landed directly on the point, hunkered down, and took it without fuss.
On another map(it's been so long, I forgot names), the one covered in snow with the giant friggin wall, I manned a Gauss turret and held off an armored offensive, scoring three mech kills and two tanks before someone finally had the brilliant idea of flanking and knifing me. Still, the spear head was stalled, and we turned it around on them.
CoD IV
Being killed by a team of incredibly well drilled, efficient players who moved in a tactical file down an alley and turned away when I dropped... only to realize too late that I was making a Last Stand. Killed all five of them with a Colt, all chest and head shots. It was Magical, forever.
Star Wars: Battlefront
On Dantoine, I think the map was called arena or something. Anyway, we had the Jedi Hero advantage, meaning Darth Vader FTW. Well, the rebels were coming out in force... I mean, shit, they were SWARMING down these two linked staircases, and there I was, a normal storm trooper cursing and firing my E-11 like there was no tomorrow, somehow scoring a high kill ratio as I spun left and right trying to stem the tide with lasers... then, while reloading and pivoting, there's the Big Man Himself.
Suddenly I'm back to back with Lord Darth Vader, him with his saber and me with my rifle, cutting down an ungodly tide of rebel scum that had my adrenaline pumping as I approached the end of my last clip... and suddenly, they just stopped coming. I turned to look at the Dark Lord of the Sith, and he turned to face me, as if in some kind of acknowledgement, before turning back and running up the stair he had held with me. Me, shaking with excitement and the post shootergasm jitters, hurried up the other joined stair.
And finally, Mos Eisley. The battle was fierce, me and my imperial comrades down to just five troops against three times as many rebels; we'd rallied along one of the main avenues, all of us standard soldiers, staring down a street riddled with rebels taking cover and advancing. I looked amongst our troops, and noticed only three others of my number. I looked at the counter again, and then shrugged and continued to fire shots at the advancing enemy, who came with in spitting distance... and then ran back, firing high.
I turn while reloading, curious as to what is going on, to have an AT-ST's big, glorious chicken foot come crushing down beside me, rushing up the street and firing it's guns into the shocked rebels. As one, we all ran out of cover alongside of it, blasting away at anything it missed and claiming victory. Good times...