Match info
| Date | League | Winner | Loser | Score | Type | |||||
| 2002-12-16 | STA Bronze | M | Malevolence | 78.14 +2.46 |
TiTz | The Intangible TFC Zealots | 56.06 -2.46 |
60-0 50-10 | Well Well |
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Writeup:
M over TiTz
lol, what can I say...what a crazy match indeed!
Round 1 was played on the [TiTz] server. I myself rode the pine, which is the usual tradition around these parts it seems! From my HLTV seat, I bore witness to perhaps the zaniest match I have ever seen! Things started normal enough, but somewhere along the line, things got a little crazy! I started to notice HWGs slowly inching towards the front door...spy pills were steadily being dropped closer to the spawns...and M.busta's IQ was steadily dropping below the average of most species of wild birds, which happens everyday but I feel deserves mentioning here. Things started to heat up, some mm1 (mm2? the pub chat one!) was flung across the map, and the rest is history. By history, I of course mean CRAZY SPAM! M pulled out the early cap from the [TiTz] defense, with [TiTz] getting a good throwdown but unable to prevent the return. M followed with a steady stream of caps throughout, while [TiTz] was unable to break through the M defense. Play of the week goes to M.Fusi!
on for his nading the button, grabbing the flag, and throwing it down before the SG got him. However, Numbskull of the week also goes to M.Fusion, for taking the flag from the yard and throwing it back inside. Don't worry folks...he's getting the help he needs. Round ends 6-0, with M on top!
Seeing as how we had a healthy lead, we decided that it was OK to send me in for round 2! Having been trained in the jungles of the Proving Grounds, my llama-tactics warfare knowledge ensured that I was well equipped for the job! Once again, things get hot and heavy very early on, with both teams getting some good chances at the flag. After a few minutes, I noticed a very strong lack of offensive players coming in through my front door, and decided to go check it out. I have seen a lot of explosions in my day (I subscribe regularly to Explosions Magazine, and am an avid viewer of Channel 57 - The Explosion Network), but nothing could have prepared me for the inside of [TiTz]'s base! Body parts flew, engies built and rebuilt guns, bullets were whizzing by me left and right, and there was more traffic in the front door than in M.Bloodbath's mother's bedroom on a Saturday night! *rimshot* Yea, I give myself rimshots, so what! Just shut up Sub! Anyways, M pulls out a fe!
w flags, and there is a mad scramble to TK the runner and steal the cap. It looked like something out of a cartoon, someone grabs it but is immediately exploded by 6 other ravenous medics, who catch the flag as it flies upward from the spiraling mess of gibs, blood, and tattered medpacks! I don't think that flag touched the ground for at least 30 seconds! Somewhere in all the confusion, [TiTz] sneaks our flag to the yard. No one even realized it until some of us tried to grab the flag, but found that it somehow didn't get picked up. Upon this realization, we doubled our efforts to hold on to the precious cloth, but alas after a great struggle it was pulled from our clutches. I'd go into further detail, but I think some of this stuff is incriminating and could be used against me in a court of law someday, so I'm going to end this report by saying that M.Lonestar eats dog shit, M.Senor is a fairy, M.PaLaGi is a damn cheater who doesn't know how to stay inside the base an!
d subsequently beat me in what I thought was going to be a fair test but turned out to be an insanely UNFAIR and IMMATERIAL TEST which proves absolutely nothing, especially not proving that Pal is a better soldier and/or a better defensive player than I, KarNagE, ergo, you can just sit down, shut up, and burn in hell you piece of cow manure, and that about sums up this report! Live, from New York, it's SATURDAY NIGHT!
*music plays
(M wins, 11-1 overall! GG TiTz, had a blast!)
