I could hear my team mates calling for my help, begging me to do something. But alas, there was nothing I could do. I was trapped, alone on the small ramp leading to what some may call shelter. In all reality, it was far from it. Another explosion went off in that room, probably from a random grenade from the enemy. As the grenade went off, I could hear my team mate yell before he fell silent. His body was thrown through the door and to my feet. With his legs sticking out the door, you could see the body moving up and down on its own. Clearly the Red team was a bit cocky today. Great, another one down leaving me at an even greater disadvantage..
The sky was dark and we had been trapped on this place with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Sure, I had a gun but with no ammunition in site I was useless. To take on a person with a sniper from far back with just a pistol was out of the question. With my aiming, it would be suicide and I would just be an easy target, a +1. So, with nothing left to do, I sat there and listened as the various red team members screamed victory while my team was left speechless. If I wasn't to do something fast this battle would have been over shortly. So, with whatever courage I had in me I stood up and decided to fight for my team. Oh how that was a bad decision.
As I stood up from my spot, where people seeemed to leave me be, I heard a shot from the distance. Yes, that sniper had spotted me and I quickly turned around. Another bad decision on my part. The bullet penetrated my armor and managed to go straight through my head. The red team had declared victory as my body fell over the edge falling into the abyss. There would be no more respawns. I should have called in sick, took a day off. But no, I didn't. I decided to fight for the blue team and in that, I cost us the game. Red team 50, Blue team 49. That was the last time I ever acted on a gut feeling.
We were returned to the lobby where remarks such as "lol newb" and "pwnt" were thrown around. Mainly at me for spending the entire game watching as my team mates fell beside me. Alas, I hung up my gun and called it quits. After ending the game, I quickly pressed the "turn off console button" and decided enough was enough and decided to focus my efforts on a new task.
The sky was dark and we had been trapped on this place with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Sure, I had a gun but with no ammunition in site I was useless. To take on a person with a sniper from far back with just a pistol was out of the question. With my aiming, it would be suicide and I would just be an easy target, a +1. So, with nothing left to do, I sat there and listened as the various red team members screamed victory while my team was left speechless. If I wasn't to do something fast this battle would have been over shortly. So, with whatever courage I had in me I stood up and decided to fight for my team. Oh how that was a bad decision.
As I stood up from my spot, where people seeemed to leave me be, I heard a shot from the distance. Yes, that sniper had spotted me and I quickly turned around. Another bad decision on my part. The bullet penetrated my armor and managed to go straight through my head. The red team had declared victory as my body fell over the edge falling into the abyss. There would be no more respawns. I should have called in sick, took a day off. But no, I didn't. I decided to fight for the blue team and in that, I cost us the game. Red team 50, Blue team 49. That was the last time I ever acted on a gut feeling.
We were returned to the lobby where remarks such as "lol newb" and "pwnt" were thrown around. Mainly at me for spending the entire game watching as my team mates fell beside me. Alas, I hung up my gun and called it quits. After ending the game, I quickly pressed the "turn off console button" and decided enough was enough and decided to focus my efforts on a new task.
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