Me and my friend were playing, and I was like "Man, we've only got time for probably one more game." You mind if I do one last Team Slayer? So, he signed out. I loaded it up with ominous feelings. It's plain team slayer on Turf. I begin my final battle.
I jump in, and we manouver down the main street. We get in one last superbounce on the medical hut ;_;. We play for maybe a minute, and MY WHOLE TEAM QUITS BUT ME. It's me against the enemy team. I try to hold my own, but there's just too much to handle.
The game is getting close, I'm only down by a few kills. As I crouch to maintain cover, I see an isolated one. I pick up a dual smg combo and rush him. There isn't much time left on the timer. He's dead, and I'm down by four. I run around the corner and prepare for my final battle.
My back is to the wall. One runs in, I ninja him. I see a second on the radar, and a well timed plasma grenade sticks him. Down by two. I run back into the city streets and grab a br. My final moment with this fine piece of rifle-godliness.
They all come running. I barriage the ground with grenades, and one runs into a frag. I headshot him easy, and keep backpedalling. I'm over near the scarab, when another one rushes in. I barely survive, no shields and luckily he missed a few shots. It's tied up. 15 seconds left. "I have to win this, for Bungie." I tell myself.
The final few moments. A blue team charges in, and blasts me with the shotgun. There's no time left. I run around him, and get one final, gloriously satisfying stick. He knew it was over.
And that announcer utters his famous line, heard hundreds of times. But, this will be the last time I hear it here.
"Game over!"
I look down at the dead, blue corpse below me, and have on final T-BAG YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll love you forever, Halo 2.