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Game one -
I overzealously went deep into enemy territory during seeding and was rightfully scolded for doing so. In my defense I was hunting my DI CPL. Owen's.J and the trail was hot. Later on proceeded to fill a house full of smokes with my squad while the DEA (a Tiger tank) pounded at the door. They didn't have a warrant so we managed to hold the point. Not the middle point mind you but a victory in our hearts nonetheless.
Game 2 -
Spent 40 minutes living/dying/contemplating ways to escape Saṃsāra in a killbox on the second last point of the map. We threw smoke grenades, hand grenades, bullets, flares, level 8 players, everything we had. In trying to keep the point alive and my squads morale aliver through song and interpetive dance it sadly ended when our garrison laid an egg (m43 stielhandgranate). It hatched as a plethora of Americans spawned atop it and like an "insert metaphor" the battle was quickly lost from there. Rumor has it they had to hire an ensemble of jigsaw puzzle masters to glue our teeth fragments back together in an attempt at dental record identification (our homework ate our dogtags).
All in all it was a blast, I met a ton of people, forgot everyone's names, and loved every second of it. I've felt extremely welcomed by everyone in The Cav and I'm stoked for the start of the end of furlough!
I overzealously went deep into enemy territory during seeding and was rightfully scolded for doing so. In my defense I was hunting my DI CPL. Owen's.J and the trail was hot. Later on proceeded to fill a house full of smokes with my squad while the DEA (a Tiger tank) pounded at the door. They didn't have a warrant so we managed to hold the point. Not the middle point mind you but a victory in our hearts nonetheless.
Game 2 -
Spent 40 minutes living/dying/contemplating ways to escape Saṃsāra in a killbox on the second last point of the map. We threw smoke grenades, hand grenades, bullets, flares, level 8 players, everything we had. In trying to keep the point alive and my squads morale aliver through song and interpetive dance it sadly ended when our garrison laid an egg (m43 stielhandgranate). It hatched as a plethora of Americans spawned atop it and like an "insert metaphor" the battle was quickly lost from there. Rumor has it they had to hire an ensemble of jigsaw puzzle masters to glue our teeth fragments back together in an attempt at dental record identification (our homework ate our dogtags).
All in all it was a blast, I met a ton of people, forgot everyone's names, and loved every second of it. I've felt extremely welcomed by everyone in The Cav and I'm stoked for the start of the end of furlough!
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