“Do you
feel lucky punk” is a phrase that best describes my play style when it comes to
multiplayer games such as Call of Duty, Halo and Battlefield, and not because I’m
a badass like Dirty Harry, but rather because I do feel lucky when I get a kill
and/or don’t get killed myself.
I play like
I am Elmer Fudd on crack, I stroll around the map hunting the opponent like as
if they were Daffy Duck and when I finally find them I shoot like a spaz, wasting
a whole clip in the process and hitting everything but him/her, then to add
insult to injury they kill me with a knife while I’m reloading.
I use any
weapon that I believe will give me a fighting chance, even if it means getting
nasty messages from other players after the match ends telling me how I suck
and should be killed in a horrible car accident for being “cheap”, and that is
even with a record of one kill and twenty-seven deaths under my belt.
I don’t
know what to do, I’m too impatient to be a camper, and I can’t shoot worth shit
to be a sniper, so I just roam around the map aimlessly like a senile old man in
the electronics section of Walmart looking for a VHS copy of a John Wayne movie
hoping to get a kill or two.
During the
match I would hear my so-called teammates heckling me, like as if I was the
court jester and they were the king’s court, they would be yelling at me for
constantly dying and at the same time laughing it up about how bad I was
playing, it’s not easy being a noob in this day and age.
I have been
teabagged more times than I can count or wish to recollect, I have been cursed
out by people than a meter maid and my mom has gotten busy with just about
everyone in cyberspace, but you know what it’s a heck of a lot fun and I wouldn’t
miss it for the world.
I know what
you’re thinking, why play these game if they are that much trouble, well they
are a lot of fun and kind of addicting, they are like cyberspace crack and I’m
a straight up crackhead…but for the record, I never sucked someone off for a
kill.
Well I will
see you around the virtual battlefield people, and if I’m playing against, you’re
welcome for the guaranteed kill, and if I’m on your team, sorry I lost the game
for you and please don’t “do” my mom because of it.
I'm not a player Mike, but I do hope you never find yourself called up to the real military. I'm not sure how your frenzied approach to warfare would go down with the generals. Your post did bring a smile to my face, though, as I imagined your manic demeanor as you play the game.
ReplyDeleteIf I got called up to the real military I would probably shit myself and then start crying like a little baby.
DeleteI did picture Elmer Fudd w/your head, spraying bullets like a super soaker, good times. I can't imagine playing in a group situation, I would be so bad I would wind up shooting my own teammates after they teased me. Then myself.
ReplyDeleteThere is no way you could suck worse than I do, I can't tell you how many times I kill myself by either holding a grenade too long and/or jumping off of a cliff.
DeleteYou said Elmer Fudd. I thought, "Kill the wabbit,kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit . . .".
ReplyDeleteGreat line...Elmer was the man.
DeleteMan, that was pretty funny stuff. Thanks, a good way to kick off the weekend.
ReplyDeleteAnytime my friend.
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