Yup yup first chicken dinner. This afternoon was a storming session, mainly due to finally getting my keybindings dialled in so as not to keep hitting the windows key by accident, and fixed up the video settings to stop some other issues.
Two games before I played what, up until then, was my combined best kill-count and rank, with 5 kills on the way to second place. It was a fog match that ended in some buildings, and in the final final final circle there were four of us still alive. We all had to run into a single yard to avoid the blue coming in at the very end, so it felt more random than ever that I didn’t win it and just came second.
Then game 166, another fog match, Drove across the entire map for a real fog battle, so made sure to come in from the emptier side of the island. Had my handy suppressed SMG for the final circles. Decided to only kill people running in from behind, and there was only one due to me picking the angle right. Down to final final circle with three of us, helped kill one guy, and the other guy finishing him off showed let me know which direction he was in. Made sure to push up the hill so I could look down. Spotted the guy. He never saw me.
Also, this was the first match I ever decided to record. Looking back at the video I now see how much I still missed in the fog. Someone once almost killed me, only saved by my trusty pan, and in the video I spot the muzzle flash. At the time? I was just diving for cover. And with the very last kill, on the video I see him crawling in the grass way before I spotted him when playing the game.
I don’t think I’ve ever had such a peak experience when playing a video game before, not that I remember. Of course, if it had only taken 20 attempts, not 166, it wouldn’t be even remotely so sweet. It took more hours than I’ve put into a single computer game since maybe Goldeneye 64, but it was worth every minute.