It was quite late last night. Sunday night, around 1.30am and I was busy on a Team Deathmatch in Algonquin(?). My flatmate was on his PS3 in the same match, in the next room. It was one big mini-party without any drugs or alcohol. Shame.

Perhaps I should have been in bed getting some much needed beauty sleep, particularly as I had to go to work today... I was starting to think the same thing myself. Then something quite magical happened. A moment that I wish I had captured on tape and one that made my late night, bleary eyed antics very much worthwhile...



I was in a car. I had been killed a couple of times on the trot and just thought "fuck it, I'm just gonna get a car and mow these pricks down". how could it go wrong? Well, it did. but then it went very right. So right in fact, it was one of those moments in gaming that I hope to always remember and look back on with a smile.

As I spotted my enemy, with his green halo shining above his bonce like a beacon of death calling out to me, the four-wheeled Grim Reaper of pain, I anticipated splattering him all over that Burger Shot, alongside which he was trying to coax me (in MY head anyway). I gained speed and swerved towards his gunshots as he desperately tried to kill me before I could him.

As I reached my target he did the unthinkable and rolled out of the way. I slammed through a fire hydrant and into the wall of the restaurant. I conceded defeat as I emerged from the car at snail's pace, assuming he would be riddling me with bullets by now... But nothing. As the camera panned around I saw him. There he was, in all his glory, being thrown around in the air like a ragdoll. The fire hydrant, the bloody fire hydrant. Of course! I blasted him a good three times with my shotgun and that was the end of that.

I laughed so hard, I must have woken up half of London.

Peace.