Eddie: "Was a warm summers night, not a sound but the boys on Scoutzknivez ranting and raving about the pug we were about to hold. Round one begins, my team drops like flies. It's just me and 5 enemies, I silently sit at stairs, awaiting the oportune moment to strike, then BAM; down from the stairs I drop - incidentally dropping 2 of their teammates with a double kill, It's now me versus three and the adrenaline is pumping. Then a miracle, one of them times out, I use this oportunity to sneak to alley, creeping down alley is the second last terrorist, I hear him moving ever closer, the timing had to be perfect to take him down before he spotted me, milliseconds felt like minutes, seconds like hours, then the time came, with a quick flick of my wrist and intense finger action I splattered his brains accross the wall, I was overcame with a sudden sense of victory which came crashing down all to soon as I realized there was one to go. Would this be it? Could I clutch a 1v5? The stakes were high, all of a sudden I hear the faint sound of a bhop up middle, I line him up and go to fire but I'm out of bullets! As I straff towards him his bullets miss me as if God himself was blocking them, edging evercloser I let out a slash with my knife, killing him and winning the game. Victory was upon us, the chatroom filled with victorious battle cry as I print-screened; "Titten killed 5 enemies that round", I printed it out, put it on shirts and submitted it on my Maccas resume. Moral of the story, I kept my witts, my sharp senses about me and acheived victory.