Ichabod
Banned
Have you ever been playing a game and suddenly realize you've become Neo, turning into some unstoppable force of nature that inexplicably face-rolls anything that gets in your way?
I remember back in the Halo 1-2 LAN days, my cousins and some friends of ours would regularly get together on weekends to frag it up til the wee hours of the morning. Because the skill gap between us was pretty equal, matches were fun and intense, with games usually coming down to the wire. One time in particular, though, I remember a match I played on Ivory Tower (Halo 2) where I went into berserker-mode and began to uncharacteristically eviscerate the other team. It didn't matter what gun I picked up, I couldn't miss--if I spotted them, they died. The entire match I guessed with 100% accuracy when and where they would be trying to make pushes from and was able to stop them cold each and every time. Not once did they ever overwhelm us and take the high ground.
The pinnacle of that particular match was lobbing a sticky grenade right around the corner of a doorway I just had a feeling someone was going to be trying to flank from. Lo and behold, my cousin traipses through the doorway just in time to get two-shotted from a grenade explosion/BR headshot combo. I was grinning from ear to ear when I heard him throw his controller and shout from the next room, "WHAT ARE YOU SOME GODDAMNED REINCARNATED CIVIL WAR GENERAL?!!"
Dat feel when
I remember back in the Halo 1-2 LAN days, my cousins and some friends of ours would regularly get together on weekends to frag it up til the wee hours of the morning. Because the skill gap between us was pretty equal, matches were fun and intense, with games usually coming down to the wire. One time in particular, though, I remember a match I played on Ivory Tower (Halo 2) where I went into berserker-mode and began to uncharacteristically eviscerate the other team. It didn't matter what gun I picked up, I couldn't miss--if I spotted them, they died. The entire match I guessed with 100% accuracy when and where they would be trying to make pushes from and was able to stop them cold each and every time. Not once did they ever overwhelm us and take the high ground.
The pinnacle of that particular match was lobbing a sticky grenade right around the corner of a doorway I just had a feeling someone was going to be trying to flank from. Lo and behold, my cousin traipses through the doorway just in time to get two-shotted from a grenade explosion/BR headshot combo. I was grinning from ear to ear when I heard him throw his controller and shout from the next room, "WHAT ARE YOU SOME GODDAMNED REINCARNATED CIVIL WAR GENERAL?!!"
Dat feel when