I can think of a few, but I'll try to type the most memorable ones.
In TF2 I was a Heavy, the only guy left on my team who didn't die during an advance on 2Fort. I was on the bridge, holding an Engy nest partway through construction, and it was a bloody massacre. Time after time the enemy would come at me, killing my team mates but never me. Then, at one point, they Zerg rushed me with two Pyros, a Soldier, a Demo and a Scout. I was able to gun down the Demo, and I just almost killed the Scout. I whipped out the shotgun, and while essentially screaming into the headset, I ran forward, headshotted both of the Pyros, then switched to the KGB. I beat down the Scout and got a Crit on the Soldier, who saw me running at him and just ran away after I destroyed his entire force.
Then on Age of Mythology I was playing a Random Map on Acropolis, as the Norse against two Greeks and an Egyptian. I had deployed a small secondary base to get wood, as there weren't many trees on my Acropolis. I had walled off the small village, and only had about two Hersir and maybe five Ulfsarks guarding the Gatherers and the Ox Cart. Suddenly my base came under very heavy fire. Two Greek armies appeared out of nowhere and knocked down my walls, and most pf my buildings. They were eventually repelled but I had taken vast losses. Then came the Egyptians. They had brought a fucking apocolypse I swear, and just carved through my city like a knife through butter. I had that one Settlement left, with no buildings around it and few resources to rebuild. It took the enemy a while to find me, but my single Watch Tower, five Ulfsarks and Two Hersir were able to fight off an Egyptian infantry column of Axemen, Slingers and the like and one of the Greek armies with no losses. They had fought off something like 20 Hoplites and Myrmidons, plus an almighty shitload of cavalry. They stood there the entire game, taking down enemy after enemy, until a sneaky Anubite swram claimed a Hersir and several Ulfsarks. I actually lost the game, but it was still awesome.
Final one is in a game that is only played by my select group of friends. We call it "Glue" for fun, but it's an awesome game, made by some Sixth years in my school. They've been making it with the aid of about twenty programmers, designers and other game type people at the local University, and we are it's Beta testers.
It's a vaguely realostic modern shooter, you can only take one bullet and you can bleed out and get foot injuries and the like. At the moment it has only one map, a large Snowy island with a ruined castle and loads of other stuff. The island is huge. It covers about five miles at least, and the game is really about co-operation. It is designed for about two hundred people to play at once, but we only play sixteen aside, meaning that most of the map never gets used. It's actually really well animated and looks amazing, I only wish it could be played with a 360 gamepad, as at the moment it is only Keyboard and Mouse.
The objective of the game is to take the island from the other team, but there are no obvious points where it notices that you've captured a certain sector, you've just got to push the enemy back. You can call in a crapload of vehicles, artillery, air support, ammo and the like depending on your class setup.
I was playing as a Sniper, and I was patrolling in a three man squad with an Engineer and a Combat Medic. We were only doing Recon and were not meant to engage the enemy. We came across a small village, maybe twenty buildings max, and we stopped outside on the main road. I was Squad Leader and I "radioed" in to my CO that I'd encountered an abanded village with possible enemies nearby as we were sure they were nearby. He said that I was to explore the village, and to radio back in case of trouble. We drove our Jeep down the main road slowly, with the Engineer spotting the houses and potential ambush spots ahead of us by about twenty yards. He told us to stop and back up into a hiding spot, and he dived into an abandoned bar. He said that he'd seen a blockade up ahead, with two vehicles and at least five enemies. I radioed this baxk to my CO, who was in base camp a kilometre East of our position. He told us that we should sit tight and monitor their movements while he'd organise a helicopter gunship to come to help us. He said that the ETA was seven minutes minimum.
I had by this point set up in a Bird's Nest in the Bell Tower of a nearby Church, with my Engineer laying some traps by the doors and my Combat Medic set up with a rifle in a window covering the bridge that the enemy vehicles were parked on. We waited for maybe a minute before we saw them. A troop transport escorted by six men was advancing from the opposite side of the frozen river. I told the CO but he said that there would be no support for at least another five minutes, and that if they broke through and took the Broken Bridge camp that we'd we stranded with no support. The Broken Bridge camp is a sought after camp that has supplies, guns and ammo, explosives and several sandbag blockades, with good houses for cover.
It was my call. I knew that if we lost broken Bridge, we'd probably lose the whole match, so I decided to engage. Firstly I arranged a plan with my squad. The Engineer was to sprint three hundred yards down the road and make a roadblock with the jeep and sandbags covered with barbed wire. I told him to lay anti-vehicle mines in the main road about a hundred yards down of that blockade and to set up an MG nest for a heavy infantry fight. While he did that I was to throw smoke grenades into the street, accompanied by some frags for good measure, and I would provide covering fire for my Medic who would be my eyes on the ground to give me targets. I decided that we would kill their Driver and Sergeant first, and once they had left the truck and started shooting we would cut through the woods to our Engineer's blackade.
I threw the first smoke and frag just behind the jeep, cutting it off. I was able to hit the Gunner in the leg and I killed the Sergeant, but I was unable to kill the third man, who rescued his injured friend and dragged him into the Schoolhouse. I then took info from my very talented Medic on the ground, and was able to flank the enemy position and pick off two targets before receiving fire. We decided that now was a good time to leave. My Medic was the first to run out, suppressing the enemy with a grenade and burst fire from his rifle, while I had taken a different path past the stream. I heard over the comms that he was down, taken out by a fortified position at the end of the main road. It was me, three hundred yards of road and a four minute wait for my support.
I made a mad dash for the copse next to the stream, dodging a few off-target bullets. My medic had saved my life, by diverting the enemy attention for long enough for me to break to my Engineer. He had done perfectly what I had asked him to do. He had no guns on him, but the MG had four hundred rounds of ammo, and mines were laid ahead of the blockade. Three minutes left. I could hear the engines approaching. We were both very tense, jolting up as we heard the explosion. By aid of binoculars I saw that we'd taken out the troop truck and the jeep had swerved off the road. I could see six remaining targets. They advanced down the woodland side of the road, using the thick trees for cover. We let loose with the MG occasionally, but we only scored a few near misses. It was a very scary few minutes. It was so silent, we had no idea where the enemy was but for the four we knew were hiding in the woods to our left. We heard this big explosion, and smoke and bits of dirt flew up everywhere. They had tossed some frags and blown the legs off my Engineer. Being a vengeful bastard, I opened up hell with that MG. I took out two targets making a run through the trees and wounded a third. They had maneuvered round so that I could barely hit them with the MG, so I switched to my SMG. I smoked em, then dashed in killing my wounded third man and killing a fourth with a combat knife. I was then taken down in a glorious hail of bullets by the last two guys, my last act being an incredible run through enemy infested territory, killing two guys at point blank range after a very, very tense few minutes in that villagre.
Not long after my death the support came, only to find a pile of bodies and two guys hiding in a crater. I was honoured that day as a true hero of my team.
In TF2 I was a Heavy, the only guy left on my team who didn't die during an advance on 2Fort. I was on the bridge, holding an Engy nest partway through construction, and it was a bloody massacre. Time after time the enemy would come at me, killing my team mates but never me. Then, at one point, they Zerg rushed me with two Pyros, a Soldier, a Demo and a Scout. I was able to gun down the Demo, and I just almost killed the Scout. I whipped out the shotgun, and while essentially screaming into the headset, I ran forward, headshotted both of the Pyros, then switched to the KGB. I beat down the Scout and got a Crit on the Soldier, who saw me running at him and just ran away after I destroyed his entire force.
Then on Age of Mythology I was playing a Random Map on Acropolis, as the Norse against two Greeks and an Egyptian. I had deployed a small secondary base to get wood, as there weren't many trees on my Acropolis. I had walled off the small village, and only had about two Hersir and maybe five Ulfsarks guarding the Gatherers and the Ox Cart. Suddenly my base came under very heavy fire. Two Greek armies appeared out of nowhere and knocked down my walls, and most pf my buildings. They were eventually repelled but I had taken vast losses. Then came the Egyptians. They had brought a fucking apocolypse I swear, and just carved through my city like a knife through butter. I had that one Settlement left, with no buildings around it and few resources to rebuild. It took the enemy a while to find me, but my single Watch Tower, five Ulfsarks and Two Hersir were able to fight off an Egyptian infantry column of Axemen, Slingers and the like and one of the Greek armies with no losses. They had fought off something like 20 Hoplites and Myrmidons, plus an almighty shitload of cavalry. They stood there the entire game, taking down enemy after enemy, until a sneaky Anubite swram claimed a Hersir and several Ulfsarks. I actually lost the game, but it was still awesome.
Final one is in a game that is only played by my select group of friends. We call it "Glue" for fun, but it's an awesome game, made by some Sixth years in my school. They've been making it with the aid of about twenty programmers, designers and other game type people at the local University, and we are it's Beta testers.
It's a vaguely realostic modern shooter, you can only take one bullet and you can bleed out and get foot injuries and the like. At the moment it has only one map, a large Snowy island with a ruined castle and loads of other stuff. The island is huge. It covers about five miles at least, and the game is really about co-operation. It is designed for about two hundred people to play at once, but we only play sixteen aside, meaning that most of the map never gets used. It's actually really well animated and looks amazing, I only wish it could be played with a 360 gamepad, as at the moment it is only Keyboard and Mouse.
The objective of the game is to take the island from the other team, but there are no obvious points where it notices that you've captured a certain sector, you've just got to push the enemy back. You can call in a crapload of vehicles, artillery, air support, ammo and the like depending on your class setup.
I was playing as a Sniper, and I was patrolling in a three man squad with an Engineer and a Combat Medic. We were only doing Recon and were not meant to engage the enemy. We came across a small village, maybe twenty buildings max, and we stopped outside on the main road. I was Squad Leader and I "radioed" in to my CO that I'd encountered an abanded village with possible enemies nearby as we were sure they were nearby. He said that I was to explore the village, and to radio back in case of trouble. We drove our Jeep down the main road slowly, with the Engineer spotting the houses and potential ambush spots ahead of us by about twenty yards. He told us to stop and back up into a hiding spot, and he dived into an abandoned bar. He said that he'd seen a blockade up ahead, with two vehicles and at least five enemies. I radioed this baxk to my CO, who was in base camp a kilometre East of our position. He told us that we should sit tight and monitor their movements while he'd organise a helicopter gunship to come to help us. He said that the ETA was seven minutes minimum.
I had by this point set up in a Bird's Nest in the Bell Tower of a nearby Church, with my Engineer laying some traps by the doors and my Combat Medic set up with a rifle in a window covering the bridge that the enemy vehicles were parked on. We waited for maybe a minute before we saw them. A troop transport escorted by six men was advancing from the opposite side of the frozen river. I told the CO but he said that there would be no support for at least another five minutes, and that if they broke through and took the Broken Bridge camp that we'd we stranded with no support. The Broken Bridge camp is a sought after camp that has supplies, guns and ammo, explosives and several sandbag blockades, with good houses for cover.
It was my call. I knew that if we lost broken Bridge, we'd probably lose the whole match, so I decided to engage. Firstly I arranged a plan with my squad. The Engineer was to sprint three hundred yards down the road and make a roadblock with the jeep and sandbags covered with barbed wire. I told him to lay anti-vehicle mines in the main road about a hundred yards down of that blockade and to set up an MG nest for a heavy infantry fight. While he did that I was to throw smoke grenades into the street, accompanied by some frags for good measure, and I would provide covering fire for my Medic who would be my eyes on the ground to give me targets. I decided that we would kill their Driver and Sergeant first, and once they had left the truck and started shooting we would cut through the woods to our Engineer's blackade.
I threw the first smoke and frag just behind the jeep, cutting it off. I was able to hit the Gunner in the leg and I killed the Sergeant, but I was unable to kill the third man, who rescued his injured friend and dragged him into the Schoolhouse. I then took info from my very talented Medic on the ground, and was able to flank the enemy position and pick off two targets before receiving fire. We decided that now was a good time to leave. My Medic was the first to run out, suppressing the enemy with a grenade and burst fire from his rifle, while I had taken a different path past the stream. I heard over the comms that he was down, taken out by a fortified position at the end of the main road. It was me, three hundred yards of road and a four minute wait for my support.
I made a mad dash for the copse next to the stream, dodging a few off-target bullets. My medic had saved my life, by diverting the enemy attention for long enough for me to break to my Engineer. He had done perfectly what I had asked him to do. He had no guns on him, but the MG had four hundred rounds of ammo, and mines were laid ahead of the blockade. Three minutes left. I could hear the engines approaching. We were both very tense, jolting up as we heard the explosion. By aid of binoculars I saw that we'd taken out the troop truck and the jeep had swerved off the road. I could see six remaining targets. They advanced down the woodland side of the road, using the thick trees for cover. We let loose with the MG occasionally, but we only scored a few near misses. It was a very scary few minutes. It was so silent, we had no idea where the enemy was but for the four we knew were hiding in the woods to our left. We heard this big explosion, and smoke and bits of dirt flew up everywhere. They had tossed some frags and blown the legs off my Engineer. Being a vengeful bastard, I opened up hell with that MG. I took out two targets making a run through the trees and wounded a third. They had maneuvered round so that I could barely hit them with the MG, so I switched to my SMG. I smoked em, then dashed in killing my wounded third man and killing a fourth with a combat knife. I was then taken down in a glorious hail of bullets by the last two guys, my last act being an incredible run through enemy infested territory, killing two guys at point blank range after a very, very tense few minutes in that villagre.
Not long after my death the support came, only to find a pile of bodies and two guys hiding in a crater. I was honoured that day as a true hero of my team.
