One of my most memorable games was one day some shithead little snot-nosed 12 year old private messaged me saying I needed to hang out in some novice game option and called me "kid". Now, like I say, I was like 40 years old then so my reflexes weren't what they used to be. Plus, I was the designated hatchet man that would run out in the open and get shot so that my teammates would know where the enemy was hiding. I never cared about kill-death ratios because I was there to have fun and de-stress.My family isn’t big into electronics so we were late to the game, but I still remember going to friends houses and how crazy it was getting on the internet and being able to hit a few keys and talk to people all over the world.
Most people were nice back then too which is weird looking back lol. Unless they had a name like P@wn3r69, and they would spam the chat for 3 hourslol
So when the next round started I just shadowed him and jumped up and down and threw grenades and flash bangs at him! LOL. He couldn't do shit cause the enemy always knew where we were. He had a total shit fit. I was laughing my ass off so much. He was whining to the team and shit. Good stuff.