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Okay, so way back in the far off year of... 2000 (I think), I was playing a round of Team Fortress Classic capture the flag on one of their newer official maps (newer at the time, at least) that took place in a big winding canyon. I was playing as the Soldier and decided to make a solo run into the enemy base. I took the long, surreptitious back route but noticed that I didn't encounter any enemy resistance until I made it to the flag room where I dropped a rocket on the unsuspecting head of the Demoman that had mined the flag. Grabbing it, I decided to take the faster main entrance out as I had just heard that the enemy had nabbed our own flag.
As I exited the base, I turned to see someone running off their ramparts to come stop me. Again, my rocket managed to score true and though it didn't kill them, the blast knocked them into the air and into the canyon where they exploded into a mess of gibs. I was feeling pretty good by the time I had made it across the midway point of the bridge; I knew that even if I died, the flag would now likely be as good as ours. As I neared the final curve of the upper canyon, the one where my base would soon be visible, I ran smack into the middle of five enemies, one of whom was their flag-carrier. Looking back on it, I now think they were more startled to run into me than I was about them; most of them were still facing my base, watching for pursuers while I was looking ahead. Freaking the duck out I spammed just about every grenade and rocket I had ready, bunny hoping my way to sweet, sweet safety. As I bobbed and weaved like never before, I watched my kill count tick upwards as one by one every single of their raiding party died in a hail of explosions and nails. With but 4 health left, I stumbled into the base and unloading my shotgun into a final, unsuspecting straggler. Triumphantly, I strode to our capture point, having almost single-handedly (I'm quite certain the enemy raiding party was weakened by our defenders) wasted 8 enemies and protected our own flag from capture.
As I look back on it, I see that the lack of defenders earlier was due to the fact that most of their team made huge push for our flag and I was ecstatic to put such a devastating end to their gambit.
As I exited the base, I turned to see someone running off their ramparts to come stop me. Again, my rocket managed to score true and though it didn't kill them, the blast knocked them into the air and into the canyon where they exploded into a mess of gibs. I was feeling pretty good by the time I had made it across the midway point of the bridge; I knew that even if I died, the flag would now likely be as good as ours. As I neared the final curve of the upper canyon, the one where my base would soon be visible, I ran smack into the middle of five enemies, one of whom was their flag-carrier. Looking back on it, I now think they were more startled to run into me than I was about them; most of them were still facing my base, watching for pursuers while I was looking ahead. Freaking the duck out I spammed just about every grenade and rocket I had ready, bunny hoping my way to sweet, sweet safety. As I bobbed and weaved like never before, I watched my kill count tick upwards as one by one every single of their raiding party died in a hail of explosions and nails. With but 4 health left, I stumbled into the base and unloading my shotgun into a final, unsuspecting straggler. Triumphantly, I strode to our capture point, having almost single-handedly (I'm quite certain the enemy raiding party was weakened by our defenders) wasted 8 enemies and protected our own flag from capture.
As I look back on it, I see that the lack of defenders earlier was due to the fact that most of their team made huge push for our flag and I was ecstatic to put such a devastating end to their gambit.
