Originally Posted by Biggus
The Battle of Black Lake
Picture it: You're on a US server, with the standard 250 ping, you've been dicking around in the very far north of the map alone, planning to meet up for a quick bit of smash and grab on a tent city to the east of Black Lake.
The guys you're meeting up are moving as a group of about eight, from the south west of the lake. You're not entire sure where this camp is. You know roughly where, but all of a sudden, out of the corner of your left eye, you spot something out of place.
I stumbled upon the group of tents by mistake. Suddenly a green-clad figure runs from front to left, attempting to flank. "Oh snap", I say to myself. This is bad. I do not like surprise. I bolt to the west, with the voices of the group letting me know that they're in that direction.
I circle the lake, meeting up with Veilo on the south side. He's like a ghillie clad ninja, moving carefully towards the camp. I flank a bit more to the east and then north when I hear the enemy initiate the contact. It was sporadic, but several were hit. Veilo, Noises and red_one took hits, and Noises was KIA. But some of our fire had found its mark.
I crawled around the border of the camp clearing, then ran for some rocks on the high ground. There I found a dying enemy. He wasn't in great shape. One Makarov magazine to the temple ensured that he'd be spawning on the coast, and not bothering us. I'm a believer in shooting until I see a kill message.
There were still two out there, though. The guys who were hurt were attempting to move, and evidently, they were flanked by the bad guys. Spiritwalker took one in the back, with no warning. It was clear now that suppressed weapons in enemy hands were complicating our lives.
I was a fair distance from the action at this point. Somewhere in the mix, Baldrick went down. I'd moved north to just short of the settlement up there when I heard red_one and Brewski get the drop on a bandit. I could almost envision the rifle in his hands, see his index finger take up the slack, and then see the brains of a very bad man being spread over the cold, damp ground.
It didn't take long for another burst of fire. Sneaky little bastard crept to within a sparrow's fart of Brewski and red_one, and was paid back with a dirt nap.
We regrouped, looted bodies, and then had the realisation that none of us had the space to carry anything we might find in those tents, so we left and returned to the relative safety of the forest.
Epic night. Video games should not bring on adrenalin rushes like that, but I seriously could not stop shaking for a few minutes.
Well done to everyone involved. Although our numbers were greater, they had some very serious advantages. They knew the terrain, they had lower pings, suppressed weapons, ghillie suits, and the requisite Russian accent of bad guys in movies everywhere. We took just as many KIA as they did, but it was only through great coordination that it didn't go down a great deal worse.
Yeah, I heard you guys in TS mention one of the survivors was called Yori. I had just joined your server after you killed him. Due to bad luck, I spawned in some debug area that I couldn't get out of. The only way to fix it was to suicide and respawn.
Bye bye 19 day old maddog.
Anyhow, after respawning with the bare basics, I once again found myself on the beach. Within seconds I hear gunfire to my left. I quickly go prone and see a survivor running toward me. I aimed my pistol at him and saw that it was 'ol mate Yori. Straight away, I knew he wasn't to be trusted.
At first (due to the high ping being on a US server), I saw him glitching into the ocean. I fired at where I thought he was, but alas, the ping was making me fire at nothing. Next thing he is warped back on the beach from where I last saw him.
This is where I decided that laying prone on the beach was not going to help me much in this situation. By this time, my heart is racing at a hundred miles an hour. I turn and high tail it to the nearby hills. As I am sprinting across the train tracks, I can hear bullets whistling over my head.
I start to zigzag, and randomly change direction while still making for the hills.
I look back over my shoulder while running, and see Yori is still chasing after me. Although I have only been alive for a whole 5 minutes, the thought of dying to this guy after what I heard over TS earlier made me really tense and nervous. This was a "kill or be killed" situation. I angle my direction across the steep hill in the tree line to maximise my speed, whilst still looking over my shoulder to keep an eye on Yori.
I come across a decent sized tree to take cover behind and quickly take a knee to try to recover quickly so I can steady my aim sooner. Once my breathing has slowed down, I lean out to the side of the tree to see that he has gone prone 30 metres away.
Next thing I hear him on in-game positional voip start to try to psych me out with his trash talk.
"Come on buddy. I'm an easy target. Why can't you hit me"
I leaned out and sent a couple of rounds in his general direction which shut him up for a few seconds. I didn't quite catch a lot of what he was saying, but I heard the word TOG mentioned. Obviously something to do with his last encounter with the TOG guys in the north of the map.
I knew he was trying to bait me out from behind my cover. I keep leaning out to the side to check his position.
Oh, shit!! Where did he go? He was no longer where I last knew he was, yet I could still him trash talking me. So I knew he was closing in on me. But from where?
I start scanning everywhere from both sides of the tree. Oh shit, oh shit!!
I am packing my dacks at this stage. I do not want to die at this guy's hands.
Suddenly I see some movement to my left. He was flanking me. In a split second I had my makarov sights aimed in his general direct and fired 3 shots in quick succession. His body slumps to the ground and his trash talking ceases. "Yori was killed" appears on the left of my screen.
I let out a huge sigh of relief, and realised then, that I was holding my breath for quite some time. I was on the edge of my seat, and very, very jittery. What a relief, when I saw him drop. I knew he wasn't going to have much loot, seeing as I knew he had only just respawned from his last encounter with a TOG member. But I managed to get a few mags of ammo for my makorov, painkillers, water bottle, food, and bandages.
That was the most intense moment for me so far in this game, as up until then I had avoided all contact with other survivors except fellow TOG members. But in this instance, my hand was forced, where I had to kill, or be killed.