Everyone has one, the moment that you triumphed against all odds, beat the enemy back when it should have been impossible, or done something simply mind numbingly spectacular. My most recent moment of glory? TF2, Turbine, my warmup map. I joined the red team about half-way through the match, with us at 1/3 caps and the enemy at 2/3 caps (capping the second intel shortly after I spawned). I took my standard defense route and started playing pyro to help keep the engies alive while they rebuilt defenses. Satisfied that everything had been built and placed to the maximum degree, I left to assess the defenses the enemy team had built. I did not get far, they were built up directly outside our base. One right between the "doors", one right next to the turbine in the middle of the map, one right in front of our intel corridor, and the last hidden behind the red shipping container. My team amassed with me at the hallway to the intel. We defended the hallway for what must have been 45 minutes, never being pushed back far enough for them to get at the intel. We had to remove that sentry, but at the same time, I didn't want to let the enemy team through, and my team didn't exactly hold my trust to keep them back. I switched to demo anyway, we couldn't hold them back forever, and we were definitely wearing thin. I told our spies to go into their spawn and sap the teleporters and generally distract them while I focused on getting the sentry right in front of the intel corrider down. I bounced grenades off the walls, the only possible crack in the enemy defenses I could think of, cautiously watching the kill notifier in the hopes that I would see that the sentry was destroyed. My hopes were rewarded, the sentry, engineer, and his dispenser all went down simultaneously, making a small crack that I had found was now a hole, just dig enough for me to get through. I carefully put down stickies as close to the sentry in between the two doors as I could, with a medic-soldier keeping the rest of Blu off of my back. The splash damage took care of it, but didn't stop the scout from coming up behind me and killing me. The soldier-medic combo finished my work with the sentry in the middle, and I rushed my newly respawned behind to finish off the last sentry, which probably could have been let be as it didn't have the range to cover the enemy's vents. It was mostly an act of open challenge, their best defenses could not stand before me and my team, no matter how elegantly arranged. The remainder of us marched straight to their intel, with next to no resistance other than the odd panicking engineer trying to set up something to slow us down, he was torn into like a pack of wolves into a deer. I carried the intel back to base, with a proud feeling, that I came here, witnessed these nearly impossible odds, and beat them over the head with a bottle. Feel free to exaggerate your story a bit, everyone does.
Some of you might take this as blasphemy, but here goes. I was playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 ( dun DUN DUUUUNN!!, this was when the game was new and had come off the back of the excellent cod 4), more specifically a game type called search and destroy, where a team of six tries to plant an bomb at one of 2 sites and another equal sized team tries to defend those sites or defuse them if they get a successful plant. You can also win if you eliminate every member of the opposition team. Crucially, there are no respawns, which means it can get pretty tense. Well, the other team was talking a bit of trash, though they were clearly the superior team after beating us twice in a first to four match. The next round began no different, with the enemy taking out all five of my team mates and only incurring one casualty. In this 5 v 1 situation, I somehow managed to pick off all the enemy team members one by one, each time only just barely surviving,save for one last guy who I couldn't find. With seconds left, I threw a random grenade in exasperation, which happened to land near him and kill him, out of sheer blind luck. A few rounds later in that same match, the scores were tied at 3 all despite their continued trash talk, thus the next round win would win the match. This round began even worse- their team managed to eliminate all of my team without incurring a single loss. Fortunately I had my stealth class on, and crept to the bomb site I predicted they would plant at. Sure enough, almost their entire team came along protecting the guy who planted the bomb (which has a 30 second fuse). Once this was done, they scanned the possible points of entry to ensure I wouldn't defuse the bomb. What they didn't realize was thati was already there hiding In that very room. I proceeded to defuse the bomb right under their noses, winning the match in a 1 v 6 situation, incurring a lot of cursing from them and endless laughs for me and my team.
Is it really THAT interresting to READ about what other people percieve as MOMENTS OF GLORY? Sure it's awesome when YOU do it, but me reading about it sure isn't.
You had a choice of whether to read it or not. The time it took (or not) was your responsibility. I enjoyed reading it. I mean, this is a forum for people watching LPs. It's all about vicarious thrills man.
My moment of glory: Singlehandedly laying waste to almost an entire klingon battle squadron of 30 ships in star trek online...was using my sovereign class but w/e.
I was playing Star Wars: Battlefront 2 with CoExIsTeNcE, and we were going head to head in Galactic Conquest. Early in the game we were playing on Mustafar, with only the trooper class unlocked. He had fifty reinforcements, and I was the last one left on my team. I won, fifty to one.
