- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
This one time I was playing at Waterworks, and I spawned at the top of the base, right next to the sniper rifle. Now, I'm a pretty good shot with that bad boy, so I had no problems with snatching it; but apparently one of my teamates felt--quite expressively--that he deserved it more. I told him to drop an smg so I could swap him (he was duel-weilding), to which he replied, in a recalcitrant fashion, that I could go to -blam- and that my mother was a whore.
Having played halo for quite some time, I've become acclimated to this type of puerile harangue and, as I had done many times before, I simply ignored him. But he didn't stop. He put several rounds in my backside and continued to volley insults (rather lame insults) at me. In an attempt to rid myself of him I jumped in the nearest hog and tried (oh, how I tried!) to drive off. "You can't get ride of me that easily," he said, while jumping on the turrent. However, I was bent on killing him; he'd pushed me to the limit and something had to be done.
So I resolved to freeze the weasle. I drove up to the bridge but did not cross it. Instead, I veered sharply and fish-tailed the hogs rear tires over the ledge which girdles the long fall and lethal waters. He told me that he was glad I was going to die, that he was taking me with him. But I had no intention of dying. I leapt out of the drivers seat seconds, moments, before the car tipped over the edge and landed safely on the bridge.
Sadly, that may be my best kill ever--a team kill.
Point is that people who team kill for weapons/fun, or who quit early and give everyone a hard time need to -blam- off or play the -blam-ing game.
[Edited on 07.07.2007 11:36 PM PDT]