DOMINATING!
by Buffalo Bill » Mon Sep 07, 2009 2:53 pm
I love playing Soldier:
Halfway: http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk19 ... ds0001.jpg <~ this death was self-inflicted by rocketjumping like a madman in humiliation
end: http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk19 ... ds0002.jpg
And another one, as lone Heavy: http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk19 ... al0001.jpg
Halfway: http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk19 ... ds0001.jpg <~ this death was self-inflicted by rocketjumping like a madman in humiliation
end: http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk19 ... ds0002.jpg
And another one, as lone Heavy: http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk19 ... al0001.jpg
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by Angry_Squirrel » Tue Sep 08, 2009 6:53 am
BwahahahA! VzrzrzrzrzrzrzrzZalalalalaburburburburahahaha!
(This was on the map ctf_turbine.)
Although this may not look like much, it was one helluva dominating run 8)
Came into the server in the middle of the game; 2-0. Went around playing fisticuffs for that match - that's where I got killed 4 of the 5 times.
EDIT: I just remembered - one of those deaths was from a spy backstabbing me right as I got out of spawn. K:D aside, I still found that death extremely fun because of how I literally FLEW down the stairs in front of spawn X3
New match, went to defend intel from smart-ass scouts looking to score a quick one. With none coming and a medic crawling over me, I made my move out into the open.
started with some polite fisticuffs with some gentlemenne kindly asking me to with their melee's, all the while trying to take cover from this uncouth enemy heavy on sniper rail above who had thought it advantageous to fire down upon us from afar with Natascha. Once we were done with the gentlemennes' brush-up, I came up the stairs to give that heavy the what-for - except there was a nasty little sentry blocking our way; apparently, Blu had quite the Vent infestation last time. 'Twas naught but a level 1 and quickly it did yield to Sasha, as did the next one right around the corner - there was nothing the engineer could do against my might. The same went for his pals in the hallway by the spawn - one tried in vain to set a sentry up, only to have it instantly blown up. (Here we met again our good friend the Heavy, with whom I quickly dispatched.) Continuing on, we smashed our way through their spawn, tarrying notte to camp of their spawns but heading directly down into the intel room. On our way down there remained one of the three engineers the team had constructing defenses, as well as a curious Heavy who wished only for engaging in melee. Granting the fellow's desires, I let Sasha get some well-deserved rest and pulled out Betsy and Bianca - no sooner than we met than Betsy was giving the foolish Heavy's chin a good-night kiss. Betsy loves to hog the attention, and can't be satisfied by one manne - she went next directly for the Engineer, the strength of smooch knocking the texan schoolboy flat on his back.
No one gave us chase through their base, but we did meet with quite a band at the stair door nearest their spawn. Our friend the churlish Heavy had himself a medic this time, as well as giving me the challenge of dodging a Huntsmanne Sniper while at it. The Huntsmanne was irksome, but not quite as irksome as that soldier and scout what did not only finish off my medic while were trying to juggle off the Intel to ubercharge and render ourselves invulnerable. As much as I wanted to go fist-to-fist with the Heavy that did approach me as such, with those two fiends nearby I couldn't afford such wasteful recklessness (although I did chase after the Soldier with my fists until coming to realize I could not catch up to him with my fists out.) With the aide of some fellow teamworkers, I escaped death with a small portion of 40 health remaining - whence upon consuming my sandvich behind a crate I did notice that upon my back shone the coveted case of briefs; I had inadvertently picked up the case in fray of my medic's manslaughtering!
Huffing along the corridors I returned the intelligence to our base as it should rightfully be, reuniting with my medic in the middle of the field once more. Up the stairs once more we ascended, taking care of a foolhardy Huntsmanne once again on the deck of Snipers. There were no level ones to greet us around the first corners, but back against the wall of the far Vent there rose a formidable - and unguarded - level three. I know notte what had been of such importance for the Engineer to have abandoned his creation, but I was left with the leisure of slowly edging it and sending boolets flying into some foolhardies who dared stand between me and the sentry. (Surprisingly enough, just as I fully jumped around the corner, ready to storm down the shaft with uber glowing on my back, I managed to dismantle the sentry and several passer-bys without the need of the invulnerable.) Coming around that corner once just previously guarded I had the first real full flight of Crit Hax that evening - I tore down a spy who thought he could sneake past our combo and do a U-Turn in the intel-bound lane behind us, as well as a demoman and unfortunate engineer who happened to be spawning. Two of their engineers remained, as well as that particularly pesky scout, who in one swift blow managed to run by fast enough to one- and two- shot my medic before either Sasha could stop his speeding and before my medic could hammer on his secondary fire. With the Engineers taking cover in their spawn room, in light of being able to feed them to a still-hungry Sasha I fed her with the scraps from their remaining constructs strewed about the ground - various teleports and a dispenser or two.
Now I should make note here as I retreated to cover down in the intel room below that by now we had two caps and that there was no intel waiting for me to capture it. However, I was oblivious to the fact that the intel was being run for a capture the third time this match, although I did help to escort the carrying Demoman out into the L-shapped entryway, where I rendevouzed with my Medic. With him at my back I was able to safely confront the Demoman who had begun to attempt to blow me up by their stairs - t'was no sweat to dominate his eyeball-less head. At this point came a most fearsome beast - in the time it took us to meet back up the Engineers had been busy at work building not one but TWO sentries at the point of vent exit! Unbeknownst to them their efforts were in vain as the match had just ended - although I would have liked to continue to build up another 50% for my medic in order to tear appart their defenses, I was content with merely letting Sasha humiliate those who would be forced to auto-respawn in defeat.
The end result was a new record for destructions as Heavy - 11 - as well as finally setting that new Heavy record I had been longing to raise - 37 points. I could have easily gone on - in fact I was counting to myself the kills in an effort to raise my kill record as heavy past 24 - but the buzzer cut me short at 21.
(This was on the map ctf_turbine.)
Although this may not look like much, it was one helluva dominating run 8)
Came into the server in the middle of the game; 2-0. Went around playing fisticuffs for that match - that's where I got killed 4 of the 5 times.
EDIT: I just remembered - one of those deaths was from a spy backstabbing me right as I got out of spawn. K:D aside, I still found that death extremely fun because of how I literally FLEW down the stairs in front of spawn X3
New match, went to defend intel from smart-ass scouts looking to score a quick one. With none coming and a medic crawling over me, I made my move out into the open.
started with some polite fisticuffs with some gentlemenne kindly asking me to with their melee's, all the while trying to take cover from this uncouth enemy heavy on sniper rail above who had thought it advantageous to fire down upon us from afar with Natascha. Once we were done with the gentlemennes' brush-up, I came up the stairs to give that heavy the what-for - except there was a nasty little sentry blocking our way; apparently, Blu had quite the Vent infestation last time. 'Twas naught but a level 1 and quickly it did yield to Sasha, as did the next one right around the corner - there was nothing the engineer could do against my might. The same went for his pals in the hallway by the spawn - one tried in vain to set a sentry up, only to have it instantly blown up. (Here we met again our good friend the Heavy, with whom I quickly dispatched.) Continuing on, we smashed our way through their spawn, tarrying notte to camp of their spawns but heading directly down into the intel room. On our way down there remained one of the three engineers the team had constructing defenses, as well as a curious Heavy who wished only for engaging in melee. Granting the fellow's desires, I let Sasha get some well-deserved rest and pulled out Betsy and Bianca - no sooner than we met than Betsy was giving the foolish Heavy's chin a good-night kiss. Betsy loves to hog the attention, and can't be satisfied by one manne - she went next directly for the Engineer, the strength of smooch knocking the texan schoolboy flat on his back.
No one gave us chase through their base, but we did meet with quite a band at the stair door nearest their spawn. Our friend the churlish Heavy had himself a medic this time, as well as giving me the challenge of dodging a Huntsmanne Sniper while at it. The Huntsmanne was irksome, but not quite as irksome as that soldier and scout what did not only finish off my medic while were trying to juggle off the Intel to ubercharge and render ourselves invulnerable. As much as I wanted to go fist-to-fist with the Heavy that did approach me as such, with those two fiends nearby I couldn't afford such wasteful recklessness (although I did chase after the Soldier with my fists until coming to realize I could not catch up to him with my fists out.) With the aide of some fellow teamworkers, I escaped death with a small portion of 40 health remaining - whence upon consuming my sandvich behind a crate I did notice that upon my back shone the coveted case of briefs; I had inadvertently picked up the case in fray of my medic's manslaughtering!
Huffing along the corridors I returned the intelligence to our base as it should rightfully be, reuniting with my medic in the middle of the field once more. Up the stairs once more we ascended, taking care of a foolhardy Huntsmanne once again on the deck of Snipers. There were no level ones to greet us around the first corners, but back against the wall of the far Vent there rose a formidable - and unguarded - level three. I know notte what had been of such importance for the Engineer to have abandoned his creation, but I was left with the leisure of slowly edging it and sending boolets flying into some foolhardies who dared stand between me and the sentry. (Surprisingly enough, just as I fully jumped around the corner, ready to storm down the shaft with uber glowing on my back, I managed to dismantle the sentry and several passer-bys without the need of the invulnerable.) Coming around that corner once just previously guarded I had the first real full flight of Crit Hax that evening - I tore down a spy who thought he could sneake past our combo and do a U-Turn in the intel-bound lane behind us, as well as a demoman and unfortunate engineer who happened to be spawning. Two of their engineers remained, as well as that particularly pesky scout, who in one swift blow managed to run by fast enough to one- and two- shot my medic before either Sasha could stop his speeding and before my medic could hammer on his secondary fire. With the Engineers taking cover in their spawn room, in light of being able to feed them to a still-hungry Sasha I fed her with the scraps from their remaining constructs strewed about the ground - various teleports and a dispenser or two.
Now I should make note here as I retreated to cover down in the intel room below that by now we had two caps and that there was no intel waiting for me to capture it. However, I was oblivious to the fact that the intel was being run for a capture the third time this match, although I did help to escort the carrying Demoman out into the L-shapped entryway, where I rendevouzed with my Medic. With him at my back I was able to safely confront the Demoman who had begun to attempt to blow me up by their stairs - t'was no sweat to dominate his eyeball-less head. At this point came a most fearsome beast - in the time it took us to meet back up the Engineers had been busy at work building not one but TWO sentries at the point of vent exit! Unbeknownst to them their efforts were in vain as the match had just ended - although I would have liked to continue to build up another 50% for my medic in order to tear appart their defenses, I was content with merely letting Sasha humiliate those who would be forced to auto-respawn in defeat.
The end result was a new record for destructions as Heavy - 11 - as well as finally setting that new Heavy record I had been longing to raise - 37 points. I could have easily gone on - in fact I was counting to myself the kills in an effort to raise my kill record as heavy past 24 - but the buzzer cut me short at 21.
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