I feel pictured by way of metaphors.
Paul? said (19:43): I was doing a public game of horde to get warmed up and we got to round 17 and then my entire team got iced with an incredible one kill between them, leaving me all alone. You better smurfing believe I wrecked that solo. Best part was, before then they'd all been scattered throughout the map. As soon as they came back, they all went running for my fort spot. Paul? said (19:44): And I came running out because I had like 5 bullets left or some and they all stopped and watched me do it I think they were waiting to see where I would go to follow me. Paul? says: I came back and they all stood in a line as I ran back in. It was like a guard of honour or something. also I did this on Day One. With the sniper rifle.
I like the mystery.
You've never been very young.
Your new set absolves you of all sins.
Haha. I didn't intend for it to go there but yes, I do actually have a tale involving a demanding lesbian. xD
I swear that happened in one round.
Where the wild things are!
I'm pissed.
MORTARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR I loved that River game. Specificially, my response to one of our team mates being swamped by Sires was to drop a mortar on his head and not bother to watch the outcome. Friendly fire was off, though, so I wonder if he survived. Someone on our team was dead at the end of the round, though.