Time for some backstory: our team consists of myself (Shinra), Brandan (Wilshire), Mario (Mr. Woom), and Lincoln (Pikachu). The opposing team is Robert (Q Tizzle), Jeremy (comblood), Hobbes and his friend. The game: Capture the Flag. The setting: Coagulation. Teams cannot score unless they have control of their own flag (what a bitch�).
At this point in time, Mr. Woom is hiding somewhere on the map, with the enemy flag in his possession. Tizzle (who just happens to have our flag) has holed up within his respective base, waging guerrilla warfare with nothing but a sharpened edge and his wits. As both myself and Wilshire have realized, this standoff must end. Taking the situation into our own hands, we quickly form a plan both complex and original; I run into the base, and Wilshire shoots him with a rocket. As we near the base, Wilshire decides to head towards the second level and wait in hiding. I continue onward, my Battle Rifle shaking with anticipation. Finally, I reach the bottom level. Hesitation creeps over me as I remember those who had trespassed before� and paid in blood. Wilshire quickly erases my fear with an encouraging, "Go! Go! Go!" There�s no going back; it�s now or never�
Now at this point, I must take some time and explain something to you. Both Halo and Halo 2 are what we call "social games." In a multiplayer situation as this, privacy is always compromised. When a teammate of yours tries to relay commands, it�s not uncommon for an opposing player to overhear or even eavesdrop on your conversation. It just so happened that as Brandan and I were executing our strategy, Robert was sitting a mere 3 feet away from our coordinates. I�ll let you connect the dots�
As I step inside the rival base, I�m shocked to see the bodies of my fallen allies littering the ground like kittens in a burning barrel, their bodies stabbed and broken. But within this Chamber of Death, I�m surrounded by a silence so unnerving that I fail to accurately assess my surroundings. Confusion sets in as I ascertain that I�m alone in this pit. Tizzle must have fled. My first instinct is to rendezvous with Wilshire, who had held his position just one level above me. I turn and head towards the inner-portal of the base, which would send me floating to the second level. A split-second before reaching my destination, my time had come. Q Tizzle, who had stayed hidden by concealing himself behind a "nook" to the right of the back entrance, sent the flag�s blood-tipped spear shooting directly into my spine. Our team�s banner stands ominously in my back as the blow sends me sprawling towards the green light surrounding their portal. Wilshire, oblivious to my murder, witnesses my cold, limp body solemnly float towards heaven as it finally reaches the second level. Still in shock, he is quickly taken advantage of by comblood�s shotgun. In an instant, everything had turned to nothing. |