Speed. Accuracy.
Reload, check left, glance right, sprint out from my hiding place and across a small stream, cursing as my steps cause the water to splash noisily. Take refuge behind a large rock, the rest of my division are dispersed throughout the area and it’s only the infrequent blasts of gunfire that tell me they are close. Each breath heavy, laboured, heart pounding in my ears.
Got to keep moving.
Move out again, pausing momentarily. Need to find my team. I hear a yell as one of them goes down, cursing quietly to myself and scanning the surrounding area through my scope. Shit, was that a glint of a gun barrel in the undergrowth or simply the sun? Oh fu-
The first bullet rips through me before I even have time to react; I fire wildly in the shot’s direction but hit nothing.
The bullets riddle my body, each with more force as the previous as my enemies realise that I’m done for and close in for the kill. One final last blast from a shotgun and my blood is spraying in all direction, the ground rushing up to meet me.
I throw the controller to one side as the camera circles my body triumphantly. Five red players appear to bounce on top of my corpse repeatedly, cackling. Bastards.
Halo 4, Call of Duty: Black Op II, Gears 4. They’re all either out or coming out in the near future. And I can’t afford any of them, damn it. Also the xBox decided to corrupt my Borderlands 2 character just as I was about to finish the game. Unhappy Northerner, signing off.
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