Stories of amazing luck followed by fail.

[Flackster]

Title says it all.

Mine happened a few nights ago while a played TF2. It was on 2Fort, A heavy-medic combo had grabbed the intelligence. I found them, tried to stun the medic with the sandman and miss hitting the medic, I then charge the medic some how getting four critical hits back to back and another two after reloading and take him down. I then get melee killed by the medic. Meh

 

[Argonian alchemist]

I had been playing Need For Speed Pro-street basically non-stop for 2 days. (Gaming weekend) I got really really good at it. Was coming first every single race and kept beating my own best times. No NPC stood a chance against me... not even on the higher difficulties...

I had my friend come over at one point and he watched one or two races and even he said I was really good.

So when we got back to school the next day me and him just boasted about how super-epic I was at it and I challenged my friends to a race.

So me and a group of around 4 friends went online to race, they were all expecting me to totally own all of them from the stories they heard.

The race starts and... BAM! the first thing I do in like the first 10 seconds of the race is go right into a side barrier... My car was completely wrecked and I lost right there...

The laughter over the mic was deafening to say the least...

My pride never recovered...

 

[gigastrike]

A while back I was playing Call of Duty 4 on Overgrown (the one with all the grass and the river down the middle). I was crossing one of the bridges going towards the town side when 3-4 enemy players jumped out from behind a building. I was way out in the open and knew that I had to find cover somewhere to have a chance at surviving. About 20 yards away I see an abandoned building that no one except snipers ever uses. I run to it, figuring it's the only cover close enough. Of course they all follow me, but I have some time to set up. I place a claymore on the side window and back entrance and get ready.

Two enemies burst through the front door and get killed by my M4 (2). Another comes through the same way and gets knifed (3). I reload and turn to check the back door. Claymore goes off and another enemy dead (4). 3 more enemies stack up at the front door (I have no idea where they're all coming from at this point. They must have called all their friends or something.). I shoot one (5)and head towards the side window. An enemy is climbing through it, but gets killed by my second claymore (6). I hop through, turn the corner and blind-side the remaining two at the front door (8). I reload but 2-3 more stack up at the front door (geez, leave me alone!). At this point the excitement gets the better of me and my vision goes black from the blood rushing to my head. I come to about a second later to see that I'm unloading my clip directly into the ground. I knife one more (9) and get gunned down.

 

[Apprentice88]

I was playing Mount & Blade; Warband online as a Swadian Footman armed with nothing (not even clothing) but a Great Sword verses the Saranid Sultanate.

I basically tanked their entire team and won several rounds in a row before they wised up and started using Javelins. Lets just say I went from Unstoppable Beast to Pincushion in little to no time.