Post by Mr. Bubbles on Aug 24, 2007 21:29:43 GMT -5
Dear God it took forever to kill that monster. Me and my friend (it was co-op, if you failed to notice - I was Dom, if that matters to you) were getting our asses handed to us repeatedly, when suddenly we just starting to blind fire him over the first barrier with shotguns. It worked until he came over to our side. I barely made it over; my friend wasn't so lucky.
So, as he bitched and moaned about his new found inability to move, I just kept on blasting away at Raam with the shotty, hoping to get him to go around to my side side I could revive the idi - my friend when suddenly one of those flying things whose names escape me at the moment started blasting me from the side.
Of course, I couldn't shoot at it. If I did, Raam would rape me, and if I ignored it it would do the same. Which of course did wonders for my temper. I let loose a rather therapeutic string of profanity and waited for my doom.
As the flying Locust whore (alright, fine, I'm out of good names for them - so sue me) came up to show me just exactly why it was my family call my character "Down Again Dom," I decided "**** it, I'm dead either way, I might as well go down shooting."
As manly as that sounded in my head, I admit that it wasn't the most appealing of notions. So, resigned to my doom, I just started blasting away at Raam (when the Krill weren't surrounding him) and generally being a prick to my downed buddy.
Suddenly, when I was about to die, a shot of mine killed Raam. Now, I'm sure that you all are thinking that I was ecstatic about my brilliant victory, but I just sat there in my gaming chair staring blankly at the screen.
My partner was acting the way you might expect: acting as if he was the one who killed it, as if he had not, in fact, just sat there as Raam's bullets turned him into swiss cheese.
But me? All I could think to say was this: "Well, that was a bit anti-climactic." I mean, I had expected to die, after all, and in not doing so I was very nearly disappointed.
The point of this story? There isn't one, really. I was just bored and wanted to tell it. That is all.
~The End~
So, as he bitched and moaned about his new found inability to move, I just kept on blasting away at Raam with the shotty, hoping to get him to go around to my side side I could revive the idi - my friend when suddenly one of those flying things whose names escape me at the moment started blasting me from the side.
Of course, I couldn't shoot at it. If I did, Raam would rape me, and if I ignored it it would do the same. Which of course did wonders for my temper. I let loose a rather therapeutic string of profanity and waited for my doom.
As the flying Locust whore (alright, fine, I'm out of good names for them - so sue me) came up to show me just exactly why it was my family call my character "Down Again Dom," I decided "**** it, I'm dead either way, I might as well go down shooting."
As manly as that sounded in my head, I admit that it wasn't the most appealing of notions. So, resigned to my doom, I just started blasting away at Raam (when the Krill weren't surrounding him) and generally being a prick to my downed buddy.
Suddenly, when I was about to die, a shot of mine killed Raam. Now, I'm sure that you all are thinking that I was ecstatic about my brilliant victory, but I just sat there in my gaming chair staring blankly at the screen.
My partner was acting the way you might expect: acting as if he was the one who killed it, as if he had not, in fact, just sat there as Raam's bullets turned him into swiss cheese.
But me? All I could think to say was this: "Well, that was a bit anti-climactic." I mean, I had expected to die, after all, and in not doing so I was very nearly disappointed.
The point of this story? There isn't one, really. I was just bored and wanted to tell it. That is all.
~The End~