Share your tales of glory and victory against all odds!
In Halo 2 just now, assault on Zanzibar. For some reason in the first round, half of my team quit, so it was four on eight. We put up a decent defense, but were ultimately overwhelmed. The next round, the four of us on offense, was brutal and ugly. By the end of the round were were just getting mowed down as we spawned, not even able to pick up the bomb. Round three was mercifully short because we simply couldn’t defend at all with those odds, and we lost one more person by the end of the round, leaving us 3 against 8.
Not usually one to step up and take the bomb initially, with only three of us I figured why not? I made my way along the wall to the right side where the tower leads to the walkway to the big fan. I figured the only chance was a surprise attack from above. I didn’t encounter any resistance, but I also forgot that I couldn’t lower the walkway while I was holding the bomb, so I sat there for a moment wondering what to do and watching as our third teammate dropped from the game, leaving two of us against their whole team.
Shrugging, I dropped down right into the middle of…no one? I heard a ghost whiz by behind me and saw the blip on my radar, certain that he’d see me and I’d be dead in a moment. Nope, he must have been going too fast to stop, so I ducked into a crouch and began the most vulnerable and nervous approach imaginable, straight across in the open to the bottom on the right side.
As I made it through the door into their base, I actually took a hit to the shoulder from somewhere (or at least I’d like to imagine so, it made a nice ding and didn’t do much damage), but again, my assailant didn’t pursue. Knowing in my gut that I would be lucky if I even saw the opponent who delivered the killing blow, I crept on, my ducking likely the only thing that saved me. I heard gunfire above as I crept into the bombing zone, and prepared myself for the afterlife. Still crouching, I had to jerk my thumb back off the melee attack button when the player that dropped down in front of me turned out to be my one and only teammate. What are the odds? Ok, one in nine.
That was it, it was over. There were several nearby cries of “He’s in our base!” coming over the headset, but I never took another hit or saw anyone. Ka-boom.
We lost 2 to 1, sure, but it was all worth it for the abrupt radio chatter in angry astonishment before everyone disconnected quickly and shamefully, having just suffered the most humiliating round imaginable. My teammate was the only one not to immediately disconnect after the game and we just sat and laughed out of amazement and relief.
So, what kind of daring adventures have you pulled off lately, leaving opponents stunned? Any stories are good, a hail mary to the end zone or a, um, I don’t know, whatever it is you can do that’s amazing in WoW.
