Some members of The Gunslingers met WyTe BoY on Terminal through some blind matchmaking last night, and then had the displeasure of playing audience to his zig-zagging flag-carring act. Our first realization that we had become the butt of a cheater’s joke came when I fired a rocket in their base, thus spawning a train snaking its way across the map like a Sandworm of Arrakis. Before I could chant “Shai-Hulud!”, I was put down by a single shot fired from the barrel of a shotgun at an impossible distance.
Of all my experiences fighting against cheaters, this one was the most fun. By the end of the match we were experimenting with our new Train Cannon, laying down barriers in our base to prevent flag scoring. Thanks for the bullshit, slick. It was a good laugh.
You know that I have to report your spineless ass. Right WyTe BoY? You gots your game. I gots mine. Smile, jackass. You are on Candid Blogspot.
One word of wisdom for Glycerine 8 [who remarked in the post-game lobby that he would love, for just once, to be on the winning side of a modded game]: When you lie down with Modders, you wake up with a gamertag ban. Steer clear of the near beer.