Friendly Woodsman
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Test Alliance Please Ignore
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Posted - 2013.12.03 13:38:00 -
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I was running solo in a domination match the other day that I thought for sure was going to go south for my team, and badly. My team was almost all starter corps, although some of them had formed themselves into a squad of four, and we were against a full squad of protos (names withheld because I've forgotten) with what looked like a couple of duos plus their own blueberries.
The match started as I expected with the reds gaining control of the objective and scattering the few scouts from my team that had tried in vain to beat them to it. As expected, the protos went to work. If I recall, the entire first wave was wiped out in the first rush, me included. We took out one enemy clone. The protos had the complex locked down with enough hives and Proto 'nades to make any normal nerd blush. It was going to be hell to try and take that point.
I had initially spawned in with a couple of uplinks and hives, dropping them on the way to the complex. Spawning in on one my uplinks, I was expecting a slaughter. I was expecting the blueberries to scatter. I was expecting to see that cute little ring of nine snipers in the redline. Whatever I was expecting, it wasn't a cascade of notifications that made it clear my entire team of blueberries were spawning in on my uplinks and **rushing the gates.**
They died. Fast. Those precious blueberries were charging toward death as if they could stop the inevitable. They depleted two advanced uplinks in the first couple minutes of the game. I dropped more, as well as some extra hives, and ran towards one of the other entrances to try and get an uplink inside, because I always want that tactic to work. At this point we had 50ish clones to their 120. Alas, I was bad at infiltrating and died to a shotgun in the back.
As I was spawning back in, I noticed the darndest thing. The clone count was 20-44. We were still losing, just not as bad I thought we should be. We still hadn't managed to break through their defenses and enter the complex, let alone gain control of the objective. Then suddenly the count was 8-14. We were around half armor on our MCC. Their grenades arced over the walls, like little kernels of death.
Then I was dead, my clone terminated, but the count was only 3-7 and I couldn't risk spawning in. We had too many blueberries. Bold as they had been this entire match, I knew they were going to spawn us out of clones in their zeal to get back into the fight. 2-5 and I'm staring at my screen, wondering if this was actually going to happen. Then its 2-3, and just as fast the count reads 1-0 and my eyebrows were trying to get a better vantage point. They had done it. Those brash blueberries had done it. They had snatched victory from the jaws of a proto-stomp.
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