Epic Last Stands
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Final Fantasy VII, the Gi Nattak, i didnt know u could use an elixer at the tiime but, anywho the spiders had took a toll on me and i came down to Tifa with around 150HP well he uses his weakest move thank god i have about 45HP left and then LIMIT SKILL meteodrive
Ahhh memories.
I was trapped, deep within the 2forts.
It was an Arena match, they where 8 I think, we were 3.
I knew I couldn't trust them, only my flamer could be trusted.
and sure enough the scout wasn't a scout, he was a blu spy!
Killed the heavy we were together with, I torched his arse.
1 of us left, 7 of them.
I hid behind a corner, I do do more damge from behind after all.
the one to first enter was an engineer, I axed his F**King head several times, he died before my eyes! I played axeguitar to celebrate, but now the yhad my location for sure!
Trough a serie of strange event, I killed them, the Medic, the scouts and all of them.
they had a single character left. I walked out of the fort, with my flare gun ready.
then I see the chat "The GAME *****!" and thus I was sniped.
damn
I was trapped, deep within the 2forts.
It was an Arena match, they where 8 I think, we were 3.
I knew I couldn't trust them, only my flamer could be trusted.
and sure enough the scout wasn't a scout, he was a blu spy!
Killed the heavy we were together with, I torched his arse.
1 of us left, 7 of them.
I hid behind a corner, I do do more damge from behind after all.
the one to first enter was an engineer, I axed his F**King head several times, he died before my eyes! I played axeguitar to celebrate, but now the yhad my location for sure!
Trough a serie of strange event, I killed them, the Medic, the scouts and all of them.
they had a single character left. I walked out of the fort, with my flare gun ready.
then I see the chat "The GAME *****!" and thus I was sniped.
damn
Oh those fights take me back. Hours upon hours of fighting on the bridge, sneaking behind the frontlines to attack the healers as a rogue was simply awesome. Once in a while we got the graveyard on the other side of the bridge, and that led into a situation, which can only be described as a clusterfuck, when everybody's trying to fit into the small canyon. Oh how I miss itPlasticTree said:
Also, in Planetside, our outfit's platoon (30 people) were defending a bridge from the TR army. The TR army's strenght varied from 60 to 140 soldiers. They had tanks, we didn't. They had Liberator-bombers, we had two light mosquito aircrafts. They had a base nearby, all we had were two AMS's hidden behind the treeline.
The fight lasted for about 1,5 hours and we were slowly pushed back towards the bridge, having set up an outpost closer to the enemy base. Our platoon consisted mainly from Heavy-assaults armed with snipers and the main battlerifle thingy (can't remember the name) and from a few MAXes.
After we had been pushed to the bridge, we received some air support when another one of our oufit's platoon captured a base. With those reinforcements we were able to push the TR back and eventually capture their base... damn how I miss that game.
Sounds like pretty awesome game though! When you mentioned the bell tower it reminded me of the classic last stand in Saving Private Ryan at the end.Octorok said:
There was another pretty awesome world war film i saw with an epic last stand. It was in french and i think it was about muslim soldiers fighting for the allies, there were 4 of them defending a village at the end against a ton of nazis, i think it was based off a true story as well but i cant remember. If only i could remember the title of the movie...
*Ahem* *Adjusts monocle*...
This is quite a long piece, so I'll keep it hidden out of politeness.
But that is another story. (Some artistic license may have been taken in the telling of this story.)
This is quite a long piece, so I'll keep it hidden out of politeness.
I recall in Mount & Blade one time I was unfortunately caught within a castle during an impossible siege, literally hundreds of enemy soldiers besieging the castle and only a few loyal men defending with no reinforcements in sight. It was an impossible situation with no hope in sight, and yet it remains one of my fondest moments in M&B.
You see although few in numbers, I had with me my core elite units which I'd been traveling with at the time of the siege. My main army remained in my own personal castle a fair distance away, but this force with me... it was the best of the best; the most heavily armored knights around wielding weapons that would give any sane man nightmares. And myself; arrayed in my grandest armor and wielding a massive 2-handed sword, horned helm and all. It was a glorious sight to behold: this force of perhaps 100 men, myself and my men perhaps 50 of that number, in our gleaming armor and righteous might against the uncivilized Hordes approaching.
I say uncivilized because the force I was arrayed against were the Khergit, for those unfamiliar with the game think 'The Mongols'. A massive force normally reliant on speed to out-range their foes in battle atop swift mounts and pick them off from a distance with their bows. Perfect for field battles, and rightly a feared force, but in a close quarters siege against the cream-of-the-crop of the knightly orders... it was a slaughter.
Oh how glorious it was to stand there atop those battlements, swinging my sword back and forth like the reaper incarnate come to wreak bloody vengeance upon his foes. Hundreds fell, their bodies tumbling from the ladders and covering the ground upon which more soldiers steadily marched forward. And yet even as the slaughter continued my allies fell; first the less well equipped local garrison, then the archers who's arrows soon ran dry and were forced to fight in melee combat. Then finally, one by one, my knights began to fall. An arrow in the eye one one, an unlucky blow for another, till finally I alone stood there atop the ramparts my arms bloodied to the shoulders and blade continuing it's carnal work.
It was those blasted Khergit bows which would eventually be my end. No man or woman could hope to stand against me; I was an incarnation of war facing mere peasants and farmers. But it wore on me, an arrow struck my shoulder, then another my leg. Not an inch of my armor was not painted a sickly red by this point. Most my enemies, some my own. I stood there till finally not a soul would dare step atop that ladder and all whom remained were the archers arrayed bellow, firing from a distance and unwilling to face a god such as myself. But cowardly although it may have been; it worked, and although it took more arrows to down me than a legion of regular soldiers, eventually the blade fell from cold hands and try though I might to resist the call I fell into darkness.
Ah, but what a cost those foolish armies payed. My unconscious form taken and dragged from the ramparts, no doubt in the hopes my allies would pay a hefty ransom, the Khergit simply did not have the forces left to hold what they had taken and fled in the face of my kings righteous anger. Over 500 enemy soldiers were killed that day, and even more lay wounded. The Khergit armies although successful in siege lay broken, their leaders in disarray and moral low. It was not long after that I would escape the clutches of my captors and, rallying the full might of my awaiting army behind me, would lead an advance into the Khergit kingdom that would eventually spell their end. They never did recover from that one, terrible 'victory'.
You see although few in numbers, I had with me my core elite units which I'd been traveling with at the time of the siege. My main army remained in my own personal castle a fair distance away, but this force with me... it was the best of the best; the most heavily armored knights around wielding weapons that would give any sane man nightmares. And myself; arrayed in my grandest armor and wielding a massive 2-handed sword, horned helm and all. It was a glorious sight to behold: this force of perhaps 100 men, myself and my men perhaps 50 of that number, in our gleaming armor and righteous might against the uncivilized Hordes approaching.
I say uncivilized because the force I was arrayed against were the Khergit, for those unfamiliar with the game think 'The Mongols'. A massive force normally reliant on speed to out-range their foes in battle atop swift mounts and pick them off from a distance with their bows. Perfect for field battles, and rightly a feared force, but in a close quarters siege against the cream-of-the-crop of the knightly orders... it was a slaughter.
Oh how glorious it was to stand there atop those battlements, swinging my sword back and forth like the reaper incarnate come to wreak bloody vengeance upon his foes. Hundreds fell, their bodies tumbling from the ladders and covering the ground upon which more soldiers steadily marched forward. And yet even as the slaughter continued my allies fell; first the less well equipped local garrison, then the archers who's arrows soon ran dry and were forced to fight in melee combat. Then finally, one by one, my knights began to fall. An arrow in the eye one one, an unlucky blow for another, till finally I alone stood there atop the ramparts my arms bloodied to the shoulders and blade continuing it's carnal work.
It was those blasted Khergit bows which would eventually be my end. No man or woman could hope to stand against me; I was an incarnation of war facing mere peasants and farmers. But it wore on me, an arrow struck my shoulder, then another my leg. Not an inch of my armor was not painted a sickly red by this point. Most my enemies, some my own. I stood there till finally not a soul would dare step atop that ladder and all whom remained were the archers arrayed bellow, firing from a distance and unwilling to face a god such as myself. But cowardly although it may have been; it worked, and although it took more arrows to down me than a legion of regular soldiers, eventually the blade fell from cold hands and try though I might to resist the call I fell into darkness.
Ah, but what a cost those foolish armies payed. My unconscious form taken and dragged from the ramparts, no doubt in the hopes my allies would pay a hefty ransom, the Khergit simply did not have the forces left to hold what they had taken and fled in the face of my kings righteous anger. Over 500 enemy soldiers were killed that day, and even more lay wounded. The Khergit armies although successful in siege lay broken, their leaders in disarray and moral low. It was not long after that I would escape the clutches of my captors and, rallying the full might of my awaiting army behind me, would lead an advance into the Khergit kingdom that would eventually spell their end. They never did recover from that one, terrible 'victory'.
Mount and Blade.
Just starting out, I had around 30 or so mercenaries on me.
I accidentally hit a group of like, 150 men, with their leader.
I watched the Mercs go forward, and die. I then took 1 hour, and just kited guys with my bow, then I just drive(Ride?) by's and cut up a few guys at a time.
I eventually won, and was incredibly happy.
I got soooooooo much stuff.
Just starting out, I had around 30 or so mercenaries on me.
I accidentally hit a group of like, 150 men, with their leader.
I watched the Mercs go forward, and die. I then took 1 hour, and just kited guys with my bow, then I just drive(Ride?) by's and cut up a few guys at a time.
I eventually won, and was incredibly happy.
I got soooooooo much stuff.
Well, it was carried out like an execution cutscene-wise (in-game battles in most JRPGs don't tend to be 100% canon... Supernova, anyone?). What the fight looks like depends a lot on how overpowered you managed to make Zack. That's by the way the reason why it was the most epic on the first playthrough, when Zack was still withing sane levels of power, making it honestly look like that you were going to lose those battles.Blackdoom said:
That was quite an awesome tale indeed, and these were other actual players you were playing against yeah?Octorok said:
Those are some exceedingly amazing accounts too.Eclectic Dreck said:
starcraft playing as terran. I had one ghost out scouting and as I whe I had walked up to the high ground I realized that an overlord was following me and that there were about 20 zerglings already at the ramp. However just a few seconds earlier I heard the words, Nuclear missile ready, I dropped a nuke where I was standing and the missile came down right before I died. every single zergling and the overlord were killed. the best part was that my next attack managed to destroy most of their main base but they could have pushed me back with those zerglings.
COD 2. Americans defending Point du Hoc on Veteran difficulty....no AC130s or any support greater than the good old M1A1 Carbine, 45 minutes of pure (and rather realistic) action, drama and even tragedy as i made sure i always kept with Brayburn, Mcklosky and Sgt Randall.......Mcklosky saved me and then got ripped up by an MG42, was the only time i have felt sad in a COD (or just about any game excluding Mass Effect) game ever.
