First off, I would like to welcome you to GS; hope you like it here...
Now down to business :P
I think I'll elaborate on my story a little bit as I have some time today… and the fact that I remember it so well (Read it if you're interested).
I had a lot of memorable PSN moments, but if I must cite one of my favorite ones (if not, one of the more weird ones) it would have to be that time I was playing TDM in CoD WAW...
I'm a pretty good player by default, but during that evening, I was especially impressive... at one point I even had six "40+ kill with 5 or less death" matches in a row and would consistently finish in the top spot; needless to say, that was beyond my norm. But that wasn't why that particular PSN episode was so memorable... it was when my biggest fan appeared. Anyway, back to the story. So here I was, slaughtering everyone left and right; almost to point where I would feel guilty. My teammates and enemies constantly changed, but it made little difference; I was scorching hot. No matter who joined, regardless of their experience level, was instantly forced into the fetal position.
However, I noticed there was one guy who was always on my opposition's side that stuck around to take all of the punishment that I dished out. He wasn't a particularly good player, but he definitely helped his team more than he hurt them, I'll say that much. He had his mike on, but remained silent all throughout the 14 or so matches that we had together. We kept playing and I kept slaying. But like all good things, that too, had to end; and so I finally decided to call it quits. But just before I pressed the PS button to shut down my PS3, I received a PM. At first, I thought it was hate mail, where the sender would probably talk smack and blame it on hax, lag or whatever came into his sore-losing mind. But to my surprise, it was a buddy request from that guy who stuck around the entire time. He begged me to add him, and asked if I would create a codwaw clan and grant him a position in it. I said something along the lines of "sorry, but I'm not interested in clans. I just had a string of good performances, no need to overestimate my skills." He was disappointed, but then asked if I could play a few matches with him while we were on the same side. I said fine (even though i intended to leave). He then proceeded to invite some of his friends. As soon as 5 or so of his buddies joined our party, he became overly talkative and started saying how great I was and that I would own absolutely anyone. Needless to say, I felt the pressure. Good thing my hot streak didn't end and I continued to be very efficient… I don't think I broke the 30 kill mark very often, but would consistently get somewhere around 25+ kills and 3 or 4 deaths. And every time we entered a new match or new random people joined, he sang his praises about me (with some profanities naturally)... and I delivered. It was incredible, but at the same time kind of embarrassing as I'm a fairly humble person (contrary to the way I wrote this story).
This happened sometime in July (?), but till this day, I still receive PMs from that guy, asking me if I want to start a clan yet or if I would join his match… well, not so much anymore. Anyway, I can't believe a hot streak could blind a person that much… I mean my ratio at that time was only 1.85, which is hardly elite level... but still, if was kind of a neat experience.
(This took me about 15 minutes or so to type up, so no, I didn't put that much effort into this just so that no one will read it :P )
(edited because it came out as a wall of text)
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