Topic: Counter-Strike Online!!!!1!!

[Sir_Stabbalot]

*Whips out AWP*

[Bill Aurion]

Too bad they added in accuracy adjustments when jumping through the air!

[Mashiro]

This is the ultimate battle, of ultimate destiny.

[Sir_Stabbalot]

Sir_Stabbalot slammed the bolt on the AWP back and then forward again. The beast's .338 Lapua Magnum cartridge clicked into position. That round could go through a man's head and leave an exit wound the size of a dinner plate.

It didn't matter that his internet was lagging because of the torrents he was downloading (Simpsons Season 9 FTW), or that he had forgotten to buy Kevlar (not that it helps him much), or that he was a crappy shot. For that moment, for that moment he felt a rush. For that moment, he felt like a lord of war, a young god striding the battlefield with his mighty weapon of death.

He stopped hopping and brought the weapon to his shoulder. As he took aim, he roared his battle cry.

"DIE HAXORZ!!1!!!1"

[Bill Aurion]

*bops Stabby in the back of the head while he's busy role-playing*

[Sir_Stabbalot]

Sir_Stabbalot heard the footsteps too late. The next thing he felt was the knife plunge into his back. The pain followed quickly. He fell to his knees, the now useless AWP clanging to the ground, cartridge still in the chamber.

He remained there for a moment. Was this it? Was it all going to end? He had been so close... Yet so far. He had failed his misson. Stabby fell to the ground in a slump. With a groan, he let out his last words.

"OMG ***!"

TERRORISTS WIN