posted on Sep, 17 2004 @ 06:57 PM
Imagine teh setting, if you will. Berlin by night, 1945. The streets are coatred in hills of debris, the remenants of the SS and the Red Army duking
it out. I've been trying to master beign a machinegunner, which is quite hard in teh ruined cityscape. Me and my team are proceeding convoy style,
and we get jumped at a T-junction. There's about six of us, plus a t-34 heading up the rear. Two guys eat it, and by the end of our scuffle with a
Tiger and a few German players I'm out of grenades and pistol ammunition. So, I walk over and pick up the first gun I see. I book, trying to keep up
with everyone and not even looking. barely two seconds after we get moving, a shot flies up past the guy in front fo my from under this out. So I run
over to the crater, adn see two guys with Kar98s and a Panzerschrek, right? I lean on the trigger, adn I hear
'WffffOOOOOOOOFFFFHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSS" . A jet of flame errupts from the weapon I had picked up,
frying all three of those suckers. Another classic moment, despite the fact that the tank ran me over shortly thereafter.
DE