This is way, way back when Counter-Strike was still THE FPS multi-player game to play. I'd say it was back in 2003, 2004 or so.
I was in a clan called [P.O.C] (stood for Pawns of Chaos, they don't exist anymore) back then, under the alias of The Killer's King. Unoriginal and cocky, but I'd be damned if it wasn't true. I was one of the better players in the clan and a couple of us were playing on our favorite server. The level was de_aztec, a personal favorite of mine next to cs_assault.
It was still early on in the game, just a round or two after the initial pistol round. I'd been having a poor start without many kills and our team not faring all too well against the mixture of my fellow clan mates and server regulars, but we weren't upset about it all.
For this particular round I'd decided to take the role of a sniper and purchased myself a Scout sniper rifle, primary and secondary ammo and full armor with my last bit of money. For the record, I was a terrorist so we were supposed to plant the bomb. It didn't take long for our team to get annihilated. Four of my teammates dead, two of theirs down and me alone with a puny Scout and a Glock against two Colt Commandos and a Steyr AUG, I didn't think I had much of a chance.
I was on the terrorist side of the wooden bridge when two of them came rushing at me as I was going across. I quickly dodged to the side after firing a shot at them, missing completely since I was moving. Dropping into the water, I kept the Scout out for some unseen reason and waited for them to follow me. No surprise, they came tumbling down after me. I fired again, but once more missed. Abandoning the Scout I got out my pistol, the little Glock I had left.
A firefight ensued with my catching a few rounds from the automatic fire as I fired wildly with my Glock. The third person quickly joined his friends just before I took one of them down with my first clip. Somehow I actually managed to survive it all, circle-strafing and jumping - this is before they stopped the bunny hopping - like a madman to avoid the fire from my enemies as I reloaded and with my second clip I took down my second assailant. Getting my Scout out again, I managed to pop the last in the head.
I glanced down at my health and coughed when I saw the readout. 20hp remaining. All it had taken was a single bullet more to have hit me, and I would have died.
The server was completely silent for a full two seconds before the shouting started. "DUDE, WHAT THE HELL!?", "HOLY SHIT, THAT WAS AMAZING!" and cries of amazement filled the talk-chat (the server had all talk on, so both teams could hear each other). Me, all I could do was laugh.
True story.
I was in a clan called [P.O.C] (stood for Pawns of Chaos, they don't exist anymore) back then, under the alias of The Killer's King. Unoriginal and cocky, but I'd be damned if it wasn't true. I was one of the better players in the clan and a couple of us were playing on our favorite server. The level was de_aztec, a personal favorite of mine next to cs_assault.
It was still early on in the game, just a round or two after the initial pistol round. I'd been having a poor start without many kills and our team not faring all too well against the mixture of my fellow clan mates and server regulars, but we weren't upset about it all.
For this particular round I'd decided to take the role of a sniper and purchased myself a Scout sniper rifle, primary and secondary ammo and full armor with my last bit of money. For the record, I was a terrorist so we were supposed to plant the bomb. It didn't take long for our team to get annihilated. Four of my teammates dead, two of theirs down and me alone with a puny Scout and a Glock against two Colt Commandos and a Steyr AUG, I didn't think I had much of a chance.
I was on the terrorist side of the wooden bridge when two of them came rushing at me as I was going across. I quickly dodged to the side after firing a shot at them, missing completely since I was moving. Dropping into the water, I kept the Scout out for some unseen reason and waited for them to follow me. No surprise, they came tumbling down after me. I fired again, but once more missed. Abandoning the Scout I got out my pistol, the little Glock I had left.
A firefight ensued with my catching a few rounds from the automatic fire as I fired wildly with my Glock. The third person quickly joined his friends just before I took one of them down with my first clip. Somehow I actually managed to survive it all, circle-strafing and jumping - this is before they stopped the bunny hopping - like a madman to avoid the fire from my enemies as I reloaded and with my second clip I took down my second assailant. Getting my Scout out again, I managed to pop the last in the head.
I glanced down at my health and coughed when I saw the readout. 20hp remaining. All it had taken was a single bullet more to have hit me, and I would have died.
The server was completely silent for a full two seconds before the shouting started. "DUDE, WHAT THE HELL!?", "HOLY SHIT, THAT WAS AMAZING!" and cries of amazement filled the talk-chat (the server had all talk on, so both teams could hear each other). Me, all I could do was laugh.
True story.