Based on a True Incident.
Hiding in the Dust
4:00 A.M.
It was long shadowy night. Dead silent. Not a sound, except the rattling buzz of the cicadas. None but the soldiers could feel the tension and the pressure mounting. Every pound of the heart as heavy as a quake in all its annihilating glory. Victory promised Honor and it wasn’t farfetched. They waited. A lone drop of sweat made its way in a defined path between the eyebrows to the chin like it knew where it was heading. It was slow. Just like its decision to let go or not because once it hits the ground, it could mean information for the opposition. Deafening silence.
The soldiers looked like positioned gargoyles in stealth. Not one movement. It was a tunnel with light at one end of it. Literally, as it was covered from far. Then the inevitable happened. A sound. It lasted for just a fraction of a small moment. Nothing thereafter. Sometimes even a whisper is all that’s needed. The Major looked at his comrade and motioned that he had heard a sound. He received a ‘roger’ in return for they knew that there was just that one left. The one could mean a battalion if he was heavily armed with both firepower and strategy.
The opposition was planning. Planning well.
The Showdown
4:13 A.M.
The Major slowly sent out command, ‘Location zeroed in. Repeat. Location zeroed in.’
No response from the fourth man. He was dead.
One down. Three to go. One left.
They had waited too long. It was time to finish it. Once and for all. The soldiers nudged a step forward.
Just then a grenade flew from a diversion of the tunnel, as the soldiers looked, having expected but not prepared for it. They knew it was over. But then most unlikely of things happened. It was like divine intervention. The grenade on its upward projectile, hit the nearby wall, deflected and went back home. There was nothing the opposition could have done.
A BIG Boom!
The soldiers walked towards the place where the explosion had taken place and confirmed the body of a dead terrorist.
And we all roared with laughter as the scoreboard read
And that’s how the terrorist known as $p@rrow killed himself in the final game that night in a session of hectic counter strike.
It was 5:00 A.M. We switched off the lights and went off to sleep while the early morning sky still carried the echoes of our laughter.
Credits
$p@rrow - Vivek
$c@rf@ce - Vibushan
P@dfoot - Sriraj
Dumb - Siddharth
H@ckO$ -Vijayakrishnan
IdOnTKnowHowtoPLY - Anandh
Shot - Prashanth Goel
BACKSTABBER - Vikas
23 comments:
ROFL!!!! :) So, i've pulled you also into the nostalgia regime.. lets see if Sparrow writes his 100th post also soon with one of our memories!!!! :)
However, has that happened more than once??? I just remember it the once it happened when we all bunked and played cs the whole day!!!!!
Whatever man... every single time we played... it was just too much fun!!!! When we decided not to attend HP and played CS the whole night, the many many nights between july and september 2009, our tournament in PSG and wat was that guy's name who thrashed us???
I wish we could all get together once, just to play CS!!!! :( :(
For a minute I was puzzled, up until I saw the scoreboard ;)
Sorry! That was July to september 2008!!!! :) :)
Also.. ROFL @ Based on a true incident.. fantastic post man... reading it over and over!!!! tooo goood!!!! :)
:) And here I was thinking, "WOAh! What imagination?! What Story! Woooaaah... "
Damn it. Who would have thought it was about a GAME? (At least not someone who had not played CS before would not have thought it was a game)
You got a new follower
@Chiju
Golden days man.. Just want to play again. Awesome fun we had. That guy who thrashed us was 'Counter' I guess. Every round was like an assembly bell.. it would start with a bang from the magnum and on the top right, we would see Counter killed sparrow. semma fun though :D I'd kill for another session!
@Rakesh
:) you gotta play this sometime atleast, wtith your friends.. forget being a grown up and stuff :)
@VJ
Welcome to the blog :) Danke for following :) and, again, you've gotta play this.. probably sometime with us.. damn fun it'll be.. somethin that you'll cherish :) Ask sri to arrange. You're in chennai only la.
:P I wish... AM in bangalore :) :)
No thanks to CS invite though... Just got out of one game addiction.. :)
Well written
@VJ
B'lore!? Then what was that abt asking chiju to shift closer to your place? summava? :) and I'm happy that you atleast had a game addiction instead of a game noob :)
@VJ
When did farming in facebook qualify as a game??? :P also.. its nowhere close to CS!!!! :P
@Vibushan
In that buzz, one person asked me to shift to cbe (which vetti aapicer was that) and another asked for a shifting to Kolkata!!! when did cbe and kolkatha become places in Chennai?? :P
I was asking him to shift to blr :) Not chumma :P
@Chiju
cbe a? who dare call you there da? buggers... :D
@VJ
please call someone from Mumbai and one from assam to jump into the conversation :)
yen da blog le la kevla parthire?
I remember those days!
I miss those days!
:)
Another round guys?
I'll get the grenade and bad luck :)
post was fun :-)
so were all the comments :)
@Vivek
Just bring your aiming skills :) For my present form, i can shoot myself with the magnum.. sorry.. puncture myself with the knife..
@Anu
You should play the game ;) :P
Is that a real score board? :P
I hate this _ucking Internet tarrif, hope i get a ADSL2+ connection and still stick on with cs games in future :)
@Vijay
The scores are real.. the score board isnt :)
Why do you want a fast internet connection? so, you can use your bad boy mod!? :P :P
I wanna play!!!
@sphinx
please arrange! I'd be only greatful
@ Vibu
Play boy Rocks
@Vijay
I thought it was bad boy.. i know playboy does :D
Ah, your (read you and the other guy) addiction to CS ;)
But I guess you guys are pretty good at it. That I had to sit holed up inside four walls for 3 days trying to learn from you guys was - well... worthwhile. :P
@Karthik
pretty good? You should see certain maniacs play :P But yeah.. what you underwent was torture.. 3 days of just sittin and playing :)
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