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It starts. I buy my weapons and armour, tell my team to stick together, then we all rush off to our deaths, like something out of Platoon. We're the good guys, supposedly, and we're fighting the bad guys, who want to blow us all up like it was November 5th, and Guy Fawks hadn't fallen asleep at his post (or whatever caused him to fail)
As we run towards the entrance, the guy next to me drops dead. I didn't even see the terrorist who did it, just the flash of his gun. I'm sad that we have a man down, but truthfully, I'm glad it wasn't me. I know I can make a difference, I know I'm good enough to do that. We enter the dark hallway, and I barely see the guy before he starts unloading his magazine at us. Everybody returns fire - he doesn't last long. I look around, and nearly everyone has taken a couple of hits, but we're still in pretty good shape. Somebody shoots at us from behind, probably the guy who killed one of us earlier. He takes out one more, before we make him resemble Swiss cheese. Now we're under heavy fire from the other end of the hallway. Crates and walls become our salvation, as we dive for cover.
My rifle comes equipped with a scope, and I'm soon taking pot shots at the terrorists as they make suicide runs across the huge exit, the exit we're fighting for control of, with their guns blazing. I clip one, and put another one down for good. As I reload, somebody on my team makes a dash for it, but is immediately cut down by enemy fire. Somebody gives the order to get ready, then a "Go! Go! Go!" rings through everyone's ears. Before I know it, I'm outside, taking fire from both sides, left and right. Each shot drains my health, bringing me one step closer to the unknown each time. I duck and take out one of the terrorists, towering over us on a crate, and somebody does the same for the other one on the other side. As we reload, I notice we've lost two more men. I'm almost out of ammo, don't even have half a clip, so I drop my weapon and pick up a discarded MP5. The previous owner won't be needing it.
We're on the run again, on a mission to flank the terrorists at the end of the passage on the other side of the map, whose sniper rifles are making life hell for our men there. They don't even see us coming. Two or three quick bursts from my submachine gun, and they're on their backs.
I check the scoreboard, there are four terrorists still alive, one has the bomb. He's our target now. There are five of us left, should be enough if we stick together. We just need to do a quick search of the map. One of us runs off in the opposite direction from the rest of the group. We hear the firing, then get confirmation that he's dead. Damn fool.
We run together, all four of us, but soon come under fire once more. We've walked into an ambush. The guy next to me falls to his knees from a headshot, and two of us kneel by a crate. I hit one, he hits another. The remaining two terrorists run off, to regroup and rethink their plan. We reload, only three of us left now. We're back to where we started at the beginning of the map, and I run down the corridor once more.
Bodies litter the ground. I don't even see him, we just sort of bump into each other in the dark. It takes us both a moment to realise what's going on. The moment seems like forever, but it's actually less than a second before the room is filled with the sounds of gun fire. We both run through our clips, both without the kill. Instead of reloading, I switch to my sidearm as we continue to circle each other in our game of death. He does the same. I have 20 rounds of armour piercing bullets, but the motion of us both means only one or two manage to find their target, the rest harmlessly thudding off the walls around us. My heart is pounding - we've both run through our magazines again, still no-one has a clear advantage. Again, we switch weapons instead of reloading. We're down to our knives, still ducking and dodging around each other. He makes quick slashes, hoping to wear me down. I'm aiming for the knock out blow, using slow but deadly attacks. One of us will walk out with another kill under their belt, the other won't walk out at all. I wonder if one will kill the other due to skill, or just plain, simple luck. Either way, it will only take one hit from the sharp sword like knives to make that decision. He darts towards me, but thrusts too early, meaning he now stands before me, in-between attacks. Now he is mine. In a frenzy, I fumble the buttons, but I still manage to deal the deadly blow, and he drops to the floor, another body to add to the collection that has gradually built up here.
My heart is beating uncontrollably, I'm amazed not only by the fact that I survived, but by the fact that I managed to kill him before he killed me. I go through my two guns, reloading both. There's still one or two terrorists out there, and it's down to myself and one other counter terrorist to finish it. I don't even know where my team mate is, but when I hear the dreaded "the bomb has been planted" radio message, I know he'll be rushing alongside me soon enough. I check out the more obvious bombsite first, as I'm right next to it, and sure enough I can hear the beeping of the bomb, ticking down my very existence.
I spot my team mate on the radar. He's behind me; he obviously had to run over from the other side of the map. I wait for him, and now we're both standing at the huge double doors. There are two terrorists left. We don't know if they're together, or separated, we don't know if one's waiting next to the bomb, ready to guard it with his life, or if they're somewhere else on the map, looking for us. I give the order to run in, then sprint into the clearing. My team mate doesn't follow. I don't even see the terrorist. I don't see anything. I just hear the crack of his rifle, and next thing I know, I'm diving for cover, my health in the red.
From behind the crate, I see my team mate finally make an appearance, running in and shooting at the terrorist, who is caught with his pants down, standing right in the middle of the clearing, reloading. Now the area is empty, save for the two counter terrorists and the bomb. He finds it quickly, and begins disarming it. I stand watch, checking both the entrances into the clearing we occupy. The beeping is getting louder, and quicker. I know time is running out.
I realise I'm holding my breath, wondering if I should stay with him, or make a run for it, to at least ensure that I survive the imminent explosion. I don't even hear the footsteps of the approaching terrorist. He runs at me, sending shot after shot of searing hot lead in my direction. I return fire, keeping him pinned down in the corridor. If I can keep him occupied for just a few more seconds, then we win. I don't even need to kill him, I just need to stop him from killing US! In my haste, I fail to see him make a run at me as I reload. I swap to my pistol, but he's already on me. Next thing I know, I'm lying face first in the dirt. Dead.
From this state of limbo, I see the terrorist is aiming a gun at the head of the only surviving team member. The tension is unbearable. The beeping is almost a single tone, so close together are the beeps. The terrorist squeezes the trigger, just as the bomb is defused. His brains get splattered across the wall, but he did it. He defused the bomb. We win. I know I made a difference, know that the team couldn’t have done it without me, but there's little time for celebration. Soon enough, it all begins again. I buy my weapons and armour, tell my team to stick together, then we all rush off to our deaths, like something out of Platoon...
As we run towards the entrance, the guy next to me drops dead. I didn't even see the terrorist who did it, just the flash of his gun. I'm sad that we have a man down, but truthfully, I'm glad it wasn't me. I know I can make a difference, I know I'm good enough to do that. We enter the dark hallway, and I barely see the guy before he starts unloading his magazine at us. Everybody returns fire - he doesn't last long. I look around, and nearly everyone has taken a couple of hits, but we're still in pretty good shape. Somebody shoots at us from behind, probably the guy who killed one of us earlier. He takes out one more, before we make him resemble Swiss cheese. Now we're under heavy fire from the other end of the hallway. Crates and walls become our salvation, as we dive for cover.
My rifle comes equipped with a scope, and I'm soon taking pot shots at the terrorists as they make suicide runs across the huge exit, the exit we're fighting for control of, with their guns blazing. I clip one, and put another one down for good. As I reload, somebody on my team makes a dash for it, but is immediately cut down by enemy fire. Somebody gives the order to get ready, then a "Go! Go! Go!" rings through everyone's ears. Before I know it, I'm outside, taking fire from both sides, left and right. Each shot drains my health, bringing me one step closer to the unknown each time. I duck and take out one of the terrorists, towering over us on a crate, and somebody does the same for the other one on the other side. As we reload, I notice we've lost two more men. I'm almost out of ammo, don't even have half a clip, so I drop my weapon and pick up a discarded MP5. The previous owner won't be needing it.
We're on the run again, on a mission to flank the terrorists at the end of the passage on the other side of the map, whose sniper rifles are making life hell for our men there. They don't even see us coming. Two or three quick bursts from my submachine gun, and they're on their backs.
I check the scoreboard, there are four terrorists still alive, one has the bomb. He's our target now. There are five of us left, should be enough if we stick together. We just need to do a quick search of the map. One of us runs off in the opposite direction from the rest of the group. We hear the firing, then get confirmation that he's dead. Damn fool.
We run together, all four of us, but soon come under fire once more. We've walked into an ambush. The guy next to me falls to his knees from a headshot, and two of us kneel by a crate. I hit one, he hits another. The remaining two terrorists run off, to regroup and rethink their plan. We reload, only three of us left now. We're back to where we started at the beginning of the map, and I run down the corridor once more.
Bodies litter the ground. I don't even see him, we just sort of bump into each other in the dark. It takes us both a moment to realise what's going on. The moment seems like forever, but it's actually less than a second before the room is filled with the sounds of gun fire. We both run through our clips, both without the kill. Instead of reloading, I switch to my sidearm as we continue to circle each other in our game of death. He does the same. I have 20 rounds of armour piercing bullets, but the motion of us both means only one or two manage to find their target, the rest harmlessly thudding off the walls around us. My heart is pounding - we've both run through our magazines again, still no-one has a clear advantage. Again, we switch weapons instead of reloading. We're down to our knives, still ducking and dodging around each other. He makes quick slashes, hoping to wear me down. I'm aiming for the knock out blow, using slow but deadly attacks. One of us will walk out with another kill under their belt, the other won't walk out at all. I wonder if one will kill the other due to skill, or just plain, simple luck. Either way, it will only take one hit from the sharp sword like knives to make that decision. He darts towards me, but thrusts too early, meaning he now stands before me, in-between attacks. Now he is mine. In a frenzy, I fumble the buttons, but I still manage to deal the deadly blow, and he drops to the floor, another body to add to the collection that has gradually built up here.
My heart is beating uncontrollably, I'm amazed not only by the fact that I survived, but by the fact that I managed to kill him before he killed me. I go through my two guns, reloading both. There's still one or two terrorists out there, and it's down to myself and one other counter terrorist to finish it. I don't even know where my team mate is, but when I hear the dreaded "the bomb has been planted" radio message, I know he'll be rushing alongside me soon enough. I check out the more obvious bombsite first, as I'm right next to it, and sure enough I can hear the beeping of the bomb, ticking down my very existence.
I spot my team mate on the radar. He's behind me; he obviously had to run over from the other side of the map. I wait for him, and now we're both standing at the huge double doors. There are two terrorists left. We don't know if they're together, or separated, we don't know if one's waiting next to the bomb, ready to guard it with his life, or if they're somewhere else on the map, looking for us. I give the order to run in, then sprint into the clearing. My team mate doesn't follow. I don't even see the terrorist. I don't see anything. I just hear the crack of his rifle, and next thing I know, I'm diving for cover, my health in the red.
From behind the crate, I see my team mate finally make an appearance, running in and shooting at the terrorist, who is caught with his pants down, standing right in the middle of the clearing, reloading. Now the area is empty, save for the two counter terrorists and the bomb. He finds it quickly, and begins disarming it. I stand watch, checking both the entrances into the clearing we occupy. The beeping is getting louder, and quicker. I know time is running out.
I realise I'm holding my breath, wondering if I should stay with him, or make a run for it, to at least ensure that I survive the imminent explosion. I don't even hear the footsteps of the approaching terrorist. He runs at me, sending shot after shot of searing hot lead in my direction. I return fire, keeping him pinned down in the corridor. If I can keep him occupied for just a few more seconds, then we win. I don't even need to kill him, I just need to stop him from killing US! In my haste, I fail to see him make a run at me as I reload. I swap to my pistol, but he's already on me. Next thing I know, I'm lying face first in the dirt. Dead.
From this state of limbo, I see the terrorist is aiming a gun at the head of the only surviving team member. The tension is unbearable. The beeping is almost a single tone, so close together are the beeps. The terrorist squeezes the trigger, just as the bomb is defused. His brains get splattered across the wall, but he did it. He defused the bomb. We win. I know I made a difference, know that the team couldn’t have done it without me, but there's little time for celebration. Soon enough, it all begins again. I buy my weapons and armour, tell my team to stick together, then we all rush off to our deaths, like something out of Platoon...
MoJoJoJo wrote:
> Thanks guys, appreciate the comments (and the win, heh)
>
> You probably don't wanna know this, but I came up with this idea when
> I was in the bog... Funny, I usually get my ideas in the shower...
LOL!!
What a life!
> Thanks guys, appreciate the comments (and the win, heh)
>
> You probably don't wanna know this, but I came up with this idea when
> I was in the bog... Funny, I usually get my ideas in the shower...
LOL!!
What a life!
Thanks for the great information Mojo
Thanks guys, appreciate the comments (and the win, heh)
You probably don't wanna know this, but I came up with this idea when I was in the bog... Funny, I usually get my ideas in the shower...
You probably don't wanna know this, but I came up with this idea when I was in the bog... Funny, I usually get my ideas in the shower...
I must have missed that Mojojo.
'Twas excellent! Well done.
'Twas excellent! Well done.
cool...
It starts. I buy my weapons and armour, tell my team to stick together, then we all rush off to our deaths, like something out of Platoon. We're the good guys, supposedly, and we're fighting the bad guys, who want to blow us all up like it was November 5th, and Guy Fawks hadn't fallen asleep at his post (or whatever caused him to fail)
As we run towards the entrance, the guy next to me drops dead. I didn't even see the terrorist who did it, just the flash of his gun. I'm sad that we have a man down, but truthfully, I'm glad it wasn't me. I know I can make a difference, I know I'm good enough to do that. We enter the dark hallway, and I barely see the guy before he starts unloading his magazine at us. Everybody returns fire - he doesn't last long. I look around, and nearly everyone has taken a couple of hits, but we're still in pretty good shape. Somebody shoots at us from behind, probably the guy who killed one of us earlier. He takes out one more, before we make him resemble Swiss cheese. Now we're under heavy fire from the other end of the hallway. Crates and walls become our salvation, as we dive for cover.
My rifle comes equipped with a scope, and I'm soon taking pot shots at the terrorists as they make suicide runs across the huge exit, the exit we're fighting for control of, with their guns blazing. I clip one, and put another one down for good. As I reload, somebody on my team makes a dash for it, but is immediately cut down by enemy fire. Somebody gives the order to get ready, then a "Go! Go! Go!" rings through everyone's ears. Before I know it, I'm outside, taking fire from both sides, left and right. Each shot drains my health, bringing me one step closer to the unknown each time. I duck and take out one of the terrorists, towering over us on a crate, and somebody does the same for the other one on the other side. As we reload, I notice we've lost two more men. I'm almost out of ammo, don't even have half a clip, so I drop my weapon and pick up a discarded MP5. The previous owner won't be needing it.
We're on the run again, on a mission to flank the terrorists at the end of the passage on the other side of the map, whose sniper rifles are making life hell for our men there. They don't even see us coming. Two or three quick bursts from my submachine gun, and they're on their backs.
I check the scoreboard, there are four terrorists still alive, one has the bomb. He's our target now. There are five of us left, should be enough if we stick together. We just need to do a quick search of the map. One of us runs off in the opposite direction from the rest of the group. We hear the firing, then get confirmation that he's dead. Damn fool.
We run together, all four of us, but soon come under fire once more. We've walked into an ambush. The guy next to me falls to his knees from a headshot, and two of us kneel by a crate. I hit one, he hits another. The remaining two terrorists run off, to regroup and rethink their plan. We reload, only three of us left now. We're back to where we started at the beginning of the map, and I run down the corridor once more.
Bodies litter the ground. I don't even see him, we just sort of bump into each other in the dark. It takes us both a moment to realise what's going on. The moment seems like forever, but it's actually less than a second before the room is filled with the sounds of gun fire. We both run through our clips, both without the kill. Instead of reloading, I switch to my sidearm as we continue to circle each other in our game of death. He does the same. I have 20 rounds of armour piercing bullets, but the motion of us both means only one or two manage to find their target, the rest harmlessly thudding off the walls around us. My heart is pounding - we've both run through our magazines again, still no-one has a clear advantage. Again, we switch weapons instead of reloading. We're down to our knives, still ducking and dodging around each other. He makes quick slashes, hoping to wear me down. I'm aiming for the knock out blow, using slow but deadly attacks. One of us will walk out with another kill under their belt, the other won't walk out at all. I wonder if one will kill the other due to skill, or just plain, simple luck. Either way, it will only take one hit from the sharp sword like knives to make that decision. He darts towards me, but thrusts too early, meaning he now stands before me, in-between attacks. Now he is mine. In a frenzy, I fumble the buttons, but I still manage to deal the deadly blow, and he drops to the floor, another body to add to the collection that has gradually built up here.
My heart is beating uncontrollably, I'm amazed not only by the fact that I survived, but by the fact that I managed to kill him before he killed me. I go through my two guns, reloading both. There's still one or two terrorists out there, and it's down to myself and one other counter terrorist to finish it. I don't even know where my team mate is, but when I hear the dreaded "the bomb has been planted" radio message, I know he'll be rushing alongside me soon enough. I check out the more obvious bombsite first, as I'm right next to it, and sure enough I can hear the beeping of the bomb, ticking down my very existence.
I spot my team mate on the radar. He's behind me; he obviously had to run over from the other side of the map. I wait for him, and now we're both standing at the huge double doors. There are two terrorists left. We don't know if they're together, or separated, we don't know if one's waiting next to the bomb, ready to guard it with his life, or if they're somewhere else on the map, looking for us. I give the order to run in, then sprint into the clearing. My team mate doesn't follow. I don't even see the terrorist. I don't see anything. I just hear the crack of his rifle, and next thing I know, I'm diving for cover, my health in the red.
From behind the crate, I see my team mate finally make an appearance, running in and shooting at the terrorist, who is caught with his pants down, standing right in the middle of the clearing, reloading. Now the area is empty, save for the two counter terrorists and the bomb. He finds it quickly, and begins disarming it. I stand watch, checking both the entrances into the clearing we occupy. The beeping is getting louder, and quicker. I know time is running out.
I realise I'm holding my breath, wondering if I should stay with him, or make a run for it, to at least ensure that I survive the imminent explosion. I don't even hear the footsteps of the approaching terrorist. He runs at me, sending shot after shot of searing hot lead in my direction. I return fire, keeping him pinned down in the corridor. If I can keep him occupied for just a few more seconds, then we win. I don't even need to kill him, I just need to stop him from killing US! In my haste, I fail to see him make a run at me as I reload. I swap to my pistol, but he's already on me. Next thing I know, I'm lying face first in the dirt. Dead.
From this state of limbo, I see the terrorist is aiming a gun at the head of the only surviving team member. The tension is unbearable. The beeping is almost a single tone, so close together are the beeps. The terrorist squeezes the trigger, just as the bomb is defused. His brains get splattered across the wall, but he did it. He defused the bomb. We win. I know I made a difference, know that the team couldn’t have done it without me, but there's little time for celebration. Soon enough, it all begins again. I buy my weapons and armour, tell my team to stick together, then we all rush off to our deaths, like something out of Platoon...
As we run towards the entrance, the guy next to me drops dead. I didn't even see the terrorist who did it, just the flash of his gun. I'm sad that we have a man down, but truthfully, I'm glad it wasn't me. I know I can make a difference, I know I'm good enough to do that. We enter the dark hallway, and I barely see the guy before he starts unloading his magazine at us. Everybody returns fire - he doesn't last long. I look around, and nearly everyone has taken a couple of hits, but we're still in pretty good shape. Somebody shoots at us from behind, probably the guy who killed one of us earlier. He takes out one more, before we make him resemble Swiss cheese. Now we're under heavy fire from the other end of the hallway. Crates and walls become our salvation, as we dive for cover.
My rifle comes equipped with a scope, and I'm soon taking pot shots at the terrorists as they make suicide runs across the huge exit, the exit we're fighting for control of, with their guns blazing. I clip one, and put another one down for good. As I reload, somebody on my team makes a dash for it, but is immediately cut down by enemy fire. Somebody gives the order to get ready, then a "Go! Go! Go!" rings through everyone's ears. Before I know it, I'm outside, taking fire from both sides, left and right. Each shot drains my health, bringing me one step closer to the unknown each time. I duck and take out one of the terrorists, towering over us on a crate, and somebody does the same for the other one on the other side. As we reload, I notice we've lost two more men. I'm almost out of ammo, don't even have half a clip, so I drop my weapon and pick up a discarded MP5. The previous owner won't be needing it.
We're on the run again, on a mission to flank the terrorists at the end of the passage on the other side of the map, whose sniper rifles are making life hell for our men there. They don't even see us coming. Two or three quick bursts from my submachine gun, and they're on their backs.
I check the scoreboard, there are four terrorists still alive, one has the bomb. He's our target now. There are five of us left, should be enough if we stick together. We just need to do a quick search of the map. One of us runs off in the opposite direction from the rest of the group. We hear the firing, then get confirmation that he's dead. Damn fool.
We run together, all four of us, but soon come under fire once more. We've walked into an ambush. The guy next to me falls to his knees from a headshot, and two of us kneel by a crate. I hit one, he hits another. The remaining two terrorists run off, to regroup and rethink their plan. We reload, only three of us left now. We're back to where we started at the beginning of the map, and I run down the corridor once more.
Bodies litter the ground. I don't even see him, we just sort of bump into each other in the dark. It takes us both a moment to realise what's going on. The moment seems like forever, but it's actually less than a second before the room is filled with the sounds of gun fire. We both run through our clips, both without the kill. Instead of reloading, I switch to my sidearm as we continue to circle each other in our game of death. He does the same. I have 20 rounds of armour piercing bullets, but the motion of us both means only one or two manage to find their target, the rest harmlessly thudding off the walls around us. My heart is pounding - we've both run through our magazines again, still no-one has a clear advantage. Again, we switch weapons instead of reloading. We're down to our knives, still ducking and dodging around each other. He makes quick slashes, hoping to wear me down. I'm aiming for the knock out blow, using slow but deadly attacks. One of us will walk out with another kill under their belt, the other won't walk out at all. I wonder if one will kill the other due to skill, or just plain, simple luck. Either way, it will only take one hit from the sharp sword like knives to make that decision. He darts towards me, but thrusts too early, meaning he now stands before me, in-between attacks. Now he is mine. In a frenzy, I fumble the buttons, but I still manage to deal the deadly blow, and he drops to the floor, another body to add to the collection that has gradually built up here.
My heart is beating uncontrollably, I'm amazed not only by the fact that I survived, but by the fact that I managed to kill him before he killed me. I go through my two guns, reloading both. There's still one or two terrorists out there, and it's down to myself and one other counter terrorist to finish it. I don't even know where my team mate is, but when I hear the dreaded "the bomb has been planted" radio message, I know he'll be rushing alongside me soon enough. I check out the more obvious bombsite first, as I'm right next to it, and sure enough I can hear the beeping of the bomb, ticking down my very existence.
I spot my team mate on the radar. He's behind me; he obviously had to run over from the other side of the map. I wait for him, and now we're both standing at the huge double doors. There are two terrorists left. We don't know if they're together, or separated, we don't know if one's waiting next to the bomb, ready to guard it with his life, or if they're somewhere else on the map, looking for us. I give the order to run in, then sprint into the clearing. My team mate doesn't follow. I don't even see the terrorist. I don't see anything. I just hear the crack of his rifle, and next thing I know, I'm diving for cover, my health in the red.
From behind the crate, I see my team mate finally make an appearance, running in and shooting at the terrorist, who is caught with his pants down, standing right in the middle of the clearing, reloading. Now the area is empty, save for the two counter terrorists and the bomb. He finds it quickly, and begins disarming it. I stand watch, checking both the entrances into the clearing we occupy. The beeping is getting louder, and quicker. I know time is running out.
I realise I'm holding my breath, wondering if I should stay with him, or make a run for it, to at least ensure that I survive the imminent explosion. I don't even hear the footsteps of the approaching terrorist. He runs at me, sending shot after shot of searing hot lead in my direction. I return fire, keeping him pinned down in the corridor. If I can keep him occupied for just a few more seconds, then we win. I don't even need to kill him, I just need to stop him from killing US! In my haste, I fail to see him make a run at me as I reload. I swap to my pistol, but he's already on me. Next thing I know, I'm lying face first in the dirt. Dead.
From this state of limbo, I see the terrorist is aiming a gun at the head of the only surviving team member. The tension is unbearable. The beeping is almost a single tone, so close together are the beeps. The terrorist squeezes the trigger, just as the bomb is defused. His brains get splattered across the wall, but he did it. He defused the bomb. We win. I know I made a difference, know that the team couldn’t have done it without me, but there's little time for celebration. Soon enough, it all begins again. I buy my weapons and armour, tell my team to stick together, then we all rush off to our deaths, like something out of Platoon...