Eskimo, on Jul 8 2009, 07:36 AM, said:
That's a sweet basketball move, too! Feed the ball left, roll right.... nice.
I'm not just saying this, I've had a lot of amazing shots. In all areas -- cross-field snapshots in speedball, long streaks in woodsball, objective winners in scenario ball. There was one time where I punched a hole in a wall to make a gun-hole... They all suck compared to what a friend of mine did to me, though.
Location: Jamesville Quarry (outlaw field, central New York)
Game Type: Attack/Defend
Instance: Before I start, you have to appreciate the field. Looks like this
, but before meth-heads burned it down. The "house rules" at this outlaw field are a five-point-health system. Everybody has five "health points" (to put it in lame terms). A headshot takes away all five, torso shots take three, limb shots take one. It's a pretty fun way to play, but I digress.
I start the game on the roof of a 170-foot tower trying my butt off to shoot at people on the ground. The lead time is insane and I can't hit anything until one of them stops in near-cover, and I scalp him
My teammates did some good work, and by the time the attackers were inside it was four of them against five of us. I come inside through a window and hole up on the fourth floor. We've got good angles on the only stairwell with access to the roof/victory objective. I rally everybody up and we take up solid positions.
(the good part)
We hear footsteps coming on the catwalk below, so everyone focuses attention on the stairwell, knowing there's no way we could get back-doored. Famous last words. Wouldn't you know, there's a "Pop" from my corner of the room and one of my friends suddenly has paint all over his butt. He looks at me. Pop, another hit in the chest, he's gone.
Everyone's looking at me now, wondering why I sniped our own guy and I'm frantically defending myself, when Pop, I get shot in the butt. I turn around. It's a CONCRETE WALL, where the hell is the paint coming from? Pop, someone else gets head-shotted. I'm trying to hear where the shots are coming from but it's echoing all over the concrete building and I can't locate it. Plus, it's a WALL. Didn't matter, pop, I'm dead. One more of our guys gets lit, the last guy surrenders to (apparently) a ghost.
We're walking out scratching our heads wondering what the BOINK just happened. Turns out, my buddy Micah did about the most bad-butt move imaginable. He slung his 98 and -- I kid you not -- scaled a ventilation shaft
. A vertical ventilation shaft thirty feet high. He shot out four of us and surrendered the fifth through a four-by-six inch hole in the wall from the pitch-black safety of an airduct.