UKTerrorist

rain not THAT bad

Posted by Myers at 21:05 12/3/2005.

I sadly descended into the world of Counter-Strike: Source, water is reflective, death animations are beautiful and headshot symbols are hilarious. Snippets away:

Running with my brothers in arms to the doors, a thought struck me, the rain effects ‘weren’t that bad’ I quickly grabbed the pen and wrote ‘rain not that bad’ A slashing sound came over the speakers, a backstabber!

“Get out the way” the backstabber ordered I’d stopped very close to the middle doors, delaying the deaths of several team-mates by possibly 5, perhaps 10, seconds. “Sorry” I responded, moving myself next to the wall, allowing 2 more terrorists to rush through the doors. Whilst glancing through the crack to admire the fate of my rude backstabber, I witnessed something that was pretty cool. No not the heroic, yet foolish, rush of the backstabber and accomplice, but their deaths. I’m not sadistic, but the animations that led to the backstabber’s corpse throwing his gun into the air was, for lack of a better description, just cool. I wanted to see the death animation again.

I ran backwards from the doors and headed for the terrorist-side bridge room to witness the death of our poor sniper. Poor because I’d heard several at least 5 AWP shots from the room this round without a single death-credit to his name. Fortunately the opposing sniper was matching him miss-for-miss and the two were locked in this ‘Enemy at the Gates’-esque conflict. “Jump” “Crouch” “Zoom” “Land” “Shoot” “miss” opposing sniper “shoot-miss” “jump back behind crate. The 4th cycle was about to begin, I was already irate. I positioned myself at the edge of the crate’s cover, then snickered as the sniper missed his shot, then tried to jump back to find me in the way. He turned to me, then bizarrely, and most humorously with friendly fire disabled, shot me with his now reloaded AWP. He realised his error too late, turning back towards the bridge he must’ve been the enemy snipe take careful aim, he was helpless, without even the time to glance mercilessly at me, he succumbed to his bitter fate, but not without my treasure, a beautiful, well performed, death animation sprawling and outwards over the floor. Nice.

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