The 3 coolest kills I’ve gotten in a game

Allow me, if you will, to brag for a moment. Now, I make no claims as a video game master. I’ve got some skills, but I’ll never win a tournament, and I doubt I’ll ever launch the nuke in MW2, but I can beat most games on hard, and I think that’s something. Anyway, Over the years, I’ve had a few moments that made me stop and wish the whole world could have seen what I’d done. I figured this was my chance to do so; so let me present for you my 3 coolest kills.

Saints row 2

I was driving at high speeds in a truck, and rammed an enemy gang member. (that’s not the kill I’m talking about, just hang on) The body went flying, and landed in the flatbed of the truck. I continued on, and at top speed, and started shooting at a gangster on a fire escape. I lost control, and slammed the truck headfirst into a lamppost. The body went flying from the flatbed, and knocked the other gangster off the ledge, killing them instantly. I had to pause, I was laughing so hard.

Modern Warfare 2

This one was simple. Team deathmatch on Favela, with about 2 minutes left. The scores were mostly tied, and I was about the third worst on my team. I had my heartbeat sensor on, and saw a red dot. I threw my knife up in the dot’s direction, mostly as a joke. I turned quickly, trying to kill someone else, but the game ended. I watched, with the same level of surprise, as the final killcam showed my knife flying from my hands, soaring over a building, and landing in the back of the head of a poor soul on the other team. I gloated, as you might expect. (I unfortunately did exceptionally bad in the next match)

FEAR 2

While the previous iterations in this article might be construed as sheer dumb luck, I present a tale of pure skill. I was playing Fear 2, and holding a rocket launcher and a rifle. There was a tight grouping of four enemies in front of me, and I took aim with my rocket launcher. The rocket landed behind them, as I had intended, sending them skywards in my direction. These enemies being the bullet sponges they were, the blow hadn’t killed them. I entered my time-slowing reflexes and shot each down, with four carefully aimed shots from my rifle, and exited my reflexes. They all landed in a pile at my feet, dead before they had hit the ground.

That’s all I have to say for now. Believe me if you want, or don’t. I’m proud of these kills, and had to take the opportunity to brag a little. That’s what it’s all about, right?