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SoLiDUS · 07-30-2001, 06:39 AM

The first 4 hours of warfare went by rather quickly. Nothing much to say, except for the following story :

Our first game was capture the flag. We had to follow a route to get their flag and come back. Simple enough.
I engineered the battle plan : most would follow the standard route. The enemy would think we were all coming that way. How wrong.
While most of the team made valiant attempts at pushing forward up the hill, heavily defended by enemies, a companion and myself took the backroute : we would flank them, hit the poor bastards where hit would hurt the most.

Our march towards their flag went relatively well : we were seen only once. Of course, he didn't stand a chance.
We made our way to their flag, shooting 2 of their members. I ran for the flag, grabbed it with a sign of relief, frowned with sweat running down on my forehead and ran back the way I came.
We had less than 2 minutes to get back. Heart pumping at full capacity, I ran with all of my strength to make it back the 200 meters of uneven forest road we had travelled so easily before. We finally made it : we won. Only 3 of us were left. A lucky guy who took the frontal assault job, my companion and myself.

I felt proud and realized.

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SoLiDUS is Offline Senior Member Posts: 5,158 Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Gatineau, Qc, Canada	07-30-2001, 06:39 AM The first 4 hours of warfare went by rather quickly. Nothing much to say, except for the following story : Our first game was capture the flag. We had to follow a route to get their flag and come back. Simple enough. I engineered the battle plan : most would follow the standard route. The enemy would think we were all coming that way. How wrong. While most of the team made valiant attempts at pushing forward up the hill, heavily defended by enemies, a companion and myself took the backroute : we would flank them, hit the poor bastards where hit would hurt the most. Our march towards their flag went relatively well : we were seen only once. Of course, he didn't stand a chance. We made our way to their flag, shooting 2 of their members. I ran for the flag, grabbed it with a sign of relief, frowned with sweat running down on my forehead and ran back the way I came. We had less than 2 minutes to get back. Heart pumping at full capacity, I ran with all of my strength to make it back the 200 meters of uneven forest road we had travelled so easily before. We finally made it : we won. Only 3 of us were left. A lucky guy who took the frontal assault job, my companion and myself. I felt proud and realized.