PsychoSy
05-22-03, 05:58 PM
Yeah, the subject line's got it right but since we have a swearing filter, let's just make due with the "Scottish Castle" superlative to describe those moments when we're so engrossed in a game only to be suddenly scared so damned bad it's nearly enough to make you soil yourself! :angel:
There's tons of them, of course, but we each have our own experiances that register as bowel-movement inducing horror that'll always stick with us. For me, one that constantly stands out is being scoped in an online shooter...specially Soldier Of Fortune 2.
For me, it's when I've successfully infiltrated the enemies hideout and snagged the haliburton of useful info. My teammates? All dead. Enemies? About two or three. Gear? An AK74, M590, SOCOM, armor and no more grenades. Chances are ripe that my enemies are hanging around my extraction point so I slowly make my an approach using stealth. My nerves are on edge, my lip near bleeding. The sheer quiet adds to the intensity and a creeking sound from an elevator cable makes me jump, firing a shotgun slug ramdomly, possibly giving my position away.
I pause for a moment, listening for approaching footsteps and, moments later, I hear none. With a sigh, I tell myself, "almost there. Just a few more yards to the chopper" and continue moving silently as possible. Leaning around a corner, I spot two enemies near my extraction point, scanning all around the landscape with their 1000 yard stares hoping to spot me in the distance. Roughly 40 yards to the chopper. I can do this!
I quickly pull back around the corner, make sure my weapons have a full clip and proceed, taking a route that theoretically gives me the avantage. The next 20 yards are uneventful and my nerves are really on edge now - just 10 more yards more and I can make a break for it and possible win. Too late - I've been spotted! The silence is broken by enemy fire. Looking down, I notice a grenade laying near a dead comrade - a flashbang. Yanking the pin, I lob the bastard at them and haul ass in between two nearby buildings. The chopper is only 6 yards away and the heat is on!
Walking forward, I come to the edge of the building and poke my head around the corner. Spotting my enemies searching where I once was, I nod in satisfaction! Oh yeah! This is going to be a touchdown! I've got this sucker in the freakin'...
B'LUMPH!!
Goes the pump action in my ear from the enemy sitting on a box above me!! :D :p
The Scottish castle has just been erected on Fruit-Of-The-Loom Blvd. :)
And pop goes the weasel in my sub-woofer, too! :eek:
Get's me every time! :angel:
There's tons of them, of course, but we each have our own experiances that register as bowel-movement inducing horror that'll always stick with us. For me, one that constantly stands out is being scoped in an online shooter...specially Soldier Of Fortune 2.
For me, it's when I've successfully infiltrated the enemies hideout and snagged the haliburton of useful info. My teammates? All dead. Enemies? About two or three. Gear? An AK74, M590, SOCOM, armor and no more grenades. Chances are ripe that my enemies are hanging around my extraction point so I slowly make my an approach using stealth. My nerves are on edge, my lip near bleeding. The sheer quiet adds to the intensity and a creeking sound from an elevator cable makes me jump, firing a shotgun slug ramdomly, possibly giving my position away.
I pause for a moment, listening for approaching footsteps and, moments later, I hear none. With a sigh, I tell myself, "almost there. Just a few more yards to the chopper" and continue moving silently as possible. Leaning around a corner, I spot two enemies near my extraction point, scanning all around the landscape with their 1000 yard stares hoping to spot me in the distance. Roughly 40 yards to the chopper. I can do this!
I quickly pull back around the corner, make sure my weapons have a full clip and proceed, taking a route that theoretically gives me the avantage. The next 20 yards are uneventful and my nerves are really on edge now - just 10 more yards more and I can make a break for it and possible win. Too late - I've been spotted! The silence is broken by enemy fire. Looking down, I notice a grenade laying near a dead comrade - a flashbang. Yanking the pin, I lob the bastard at them and haul ass in between two nearby buildings. The chopper is only 6 yards away and the heat is on!
Walking forward, I come to the edge of the building and poke my head around the corner. Spotting my enemies searching where I once was, I nod in satisfaction! Oh yeah! This is going to be a touchdown! I've got this sucker in the freakin'...
B'LUMPH!!
Goes the pump action in my ear from the enemy sitting on a box above me!! :D :p
The Scottish castle has just been erected on Fruit-Of-The-Loom Blvd. :)
And pop goes the weasel in my sub-woofer, too! :eek:
Get's me every time! :angel: