BeoWulf

And hardcore. Some objectives would be tops.

Having an in-game 1v1 rumble and a team mate spawning right in the middle of it and getting the kill. That puts the red mist on full for me.

Yes.

It was 13, but it only shows 10. So, 10. Also, my name disappears in the picture? Wat? 11 kills. I don't know what I am doing anymore.

Oh. Yeah, that's it then. Never-mind.

One slight issue: the rotation is off from the list provided. Not sure if it really matters, but I really ... really... really do live winter crash. FYI and such. Other than that, is good.

Deal with it, copper! You'll never get me behind this single strand of concertina wire and haphazardly arrayed jersey barriers!! I am invincibur!

Me and my boy Kail, thinking outside the box.

I... err.. dang.

Feelin some spaghetti.

Oooh Mein Gott, I am guilty of this. Sub the Red Bulls for Rip-Its. My b dude.

Gonna one up myself on the very last day with a 21.6 to 1 kdr.

That was written in the closing hours of a term paper writing marathon. Felt reported to death and wanted to be all creative and shit. In a way, it was its own unique kind of rant.

Now, just a brief moment, I want to highjack my own thread and expound upon something I really love in COD4. It is kind of a guilty passion, and that is the rage quitter. I love the guy/girl thing that comes in and has the leet skillz and is ready to dominate noobs. I spend the first few minutes of a match specing players, looking for the bunny hopping, quick scoping, deagle slinging badass. I feel excitement welling up when I find them. Pure joy, pure ecstasy when I find you. There you are, pwning fools with those skills. I watch you, and wait. I learn you. I understand you better than you do. Then I enter the match. I know what sounds your guns make, fire patterns, locations you frequent, everything. Then... I start hunting. Knowing what you do, and where you will spawn based on your team's spawn, I work my killing magic. Soon, you are after me, but your fate is sealed. Your bunny hops, no scopes, or kit changes mean nothing. I have you. I have that momentum and you cannot stop me. Soon, your skills are revealed to be a farce. Your mental break down begins, and so does my revelry. It doesn't matter what you do; complain in chat, try harder, camp, none of it matters. My goal is imminent. A well placed airstrike and I can see it. The death throws of your shattered pride. The spazzy flails of rage, random nade tosses, shots at teammates.. I see all of it. And then you are gone. Poof. A charred spot on my grounds is all that is left of you as you evaporate off the face of the server in a fiery, rage filled exit. A rage quit. Victory. Stunning, seductive, sweet, satisfying victory. I relish in the moment with an open text to the server, a cry of "RAGE quit!!" to taunt you in your vacancy. Why bask in the glory of someone losing their compousre? Some may rightfully argue that such villainy by me kills the vibe of the server. Those people are right, it does. I am not apologetic about it, mind you. I dont care. I love it. I am on a different road, I'm in the Milky Way. You want me down on Earth, but I am up in space. You are so damn hard to please, we have to kill this switch. Youre from the 70's, but I am a 90's chick. Wait, what was I on about? Anyway, highjack complete. We now return you to your regularly scheduled rant.