Although I know it's rather stupid to post two different moments as my best kills ever, I just had a CS flashback, and was compelled.
I was attending an all-night LAN Cafe night, with various stuff going on, but the main draw of the night was the 'Take On The Team' tournament, as the staff of the cafe were all badass CS players to a man, and had an open competition, for any team, of any players, to take them on in a best of three match on a map of our own choosing.
Anyway, I, my bro and a few conscripts at the cafe decided to bring the pain, not realising just how good these guys were. Picking DE: Dust, Terrorists, we proceeded to get our asses handed to us in no uncertain terms in the first round, and just managed to fluke a win in the second round when the CTs couldn't find the bomb in time.
So, the third round, we kick off. Two go down in a matter of seconds as they round a corner right into a riot shield/automatic shotgun tag team. My brother takes out the riot shied user before he gets nailed too, so it's just me and one total stanger against the remaining four CTs. We gun it to the open bomb point, narrowly avoiding getting our asses shot off, and plant the bomb, then set up to defend.
My comrade gets an AWP to the face, and that leaves me, half a mag in my AK-47, wetting my pants in sheer terror of the impending arserape, when I hear the home team chanting:
'Daah-duh...daah-duh...dah-duh-dah-duh-da...'
That's right, the bastards were chanting the Jaws theme tune as they crept up on me. This didn't have the desired effect however, determined I wasn't going to go quietly, I dodged round the corner and deployed my remaning flashbang.
Everything went white.
Everyone started shooting.
There were screams, swearing, frantic hammerings of 'r' to reload.
When the dust settled, three of the CTs were dead, one was left, and in the process of reloading their rifle. I was near dead as it was, it was a miracle I hadn't been obliterated, and I wasn't going down yet. I snapped to my pistol and dumped about 12 rounds of rapid-fire Glock into his chest.
Now, I and me mates have 48 hours free play time apiece. Pure bloody luck.
