Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2007 10:02:56 GMT -5
Well gentleman, tell me what you think about this frightning experience.
I'm having a skirmish at my home in Freeland, MI. The teams are me, my friend Doug, and Ford (BlackOps1941) vs. Brandon (MichiganSniper), Morgan (captainomally), and Jeff (ISellAmmo).
We decide to split up because we notice them all bunkered down in a tree line about 300 feet from out position. So as I head towards the position they were in 30 seconds after we split up, I realize they aren't there. So I move to the other side of the field where it drops about 8 feet and hid behind the "trench". I survey my surroundings( while lying in snow), and notice Brandon and Morgan moving at the opposite end of the field where I think Ford is.
So I move closer.
Suddenly, I hear wild-firing in that direction. Then I see Jeff run out of the brush and Ford goes the other way, his hands above his head. An out. I said "damn". Now its just me and Doug (all he has is a Boyi MP5, not much help at all).
So I fall back to a tree in the trench. They still don't know where I am. Then I hear more shooting, and Doug calls himself out. All I can say is "SHIT".
So they start moving. I make some wild shots at them and move even farther back in the trench, behind a large tree with some rusty steel attached to it. So I hear Brandon yelling at them to move up. I peek over the trench, and there's Brandon staring me in the face at about 10 feet. I light him up and kill him. Then Morgan and Jeff start shooting at me, so I fall back, yet again, to another tree. I hide there, and then I see Morgan at about 150 feet away, and shoot at him.
A clear miss.
So they move up and hide behind a small mound, and we have a small firefight. I hear them reloading, so I haul my ass back to a small brushpile. I see Morgan sneak up to my old position, and I shoot at him.
Then the fun begins. Apparently, there was a large stick between me and him, and that's what I hit. So I start running (in 2 feet of snow). I look behind me, and his FAMAS (EG560 Motor with 1000 RPM) is mowing down grass behind me faster than a lawn mower. So what do I do?
Start screaming (of course). At this point, I have no clue where Jeff is. As I'm running, I see Jeff sitting behind a little bush in the middle of a big open field. He shoots at me, and I see him reload. I shoot at him, and run out. I have all 4 of my SIG 552 mags clamped together, so I try to switch (while still running).
I'm having a skirmish at my home in Freeland, MI. The teams are me, my friend Doug, and Ford (BlackOps1941) vs. Brandon (MichiganSniper), Morgan (captainomally), and Jeff (ISellAmmo).
We decide to split up because we notice them all bunkered down in a tree line about 300 feet from out position. So as I head towards the position they were in 30 seconds after we split up, I realize they aren't there. So I move to the other side of the field where it drops about 8 feet and hid behind the "trench". I survey my surroundings( while lying in snow), and notice Brandon and Morgan moving at the opposite end of the field where I think Ford is.
So I move closer.
Suddenly, I hear wild-firing in that direction. Then I see Jeff run out of the brush and Ford goes the other way, his hands above his head. An out. I said "damn". Now its just me and Doug (all he has is a Boyi MP5, not much help at all).
So I fall back to a tree in the trench. They still don't know where I am. Then I hear more shooting, and Doug calls himself out. All I can say is "SHIT".
So they start moving. I make some wild shots at them and move even farther back in the trench, behind a large tree with some rusty steel attached to it. So I hear Brandon yelling at them to move up. I peek over the trench, and there's Brandon staring me in the face at about 10 feet. I light him up and kill him. Then Morgan and Jeff start shooting at me, so I fall back, yet again, to another tree. I hide there, and then I see Morgan at about 150 feet away, and shoot at him.
A clear miss.
So they move up and hide behind a small mound, and we have a small firefight. I hear them reloading, so I haul my ass back to a small brushpile. I see Morgan sneak up to my old position, and I shoot at him.
Then the fun begins. Apparently, there was a large stick between me and him, and that's what I hit. So I start running (in 2 feet of snow). I look behind me, and his FAMAS (EG560 Motor with 1000 RPM) is mowing down grass behind me faster than a lawn mower. So what do I do?
Start screaming (of course). At this point, I have no clue where Jeff is. As I'm running, I see Jeff sitting behind a little bush in the middle of a big open field. He shoots at me, and I see him reload. I shoot at him, and run out. I have all 4 of my SIG 552 mags clamped together, so I try to switch (while still running).
Jeff reloads first.
He shoots me in the ass.
I die.
End of story.
He shoots me in the ass.
I die.
End of story.