send in the clowns...

14 - 6 in Estate! started out the match 10 nil before ironically getting Knife Monkey'd in the back of the neck. silly me paroozing around up on the hill near the Boat house with a fellow Russian Terrorist; i felt safe enough to to scope out the house with my new ACOG and get some cheap kills. the Kill Cam showed the Knife Monkey came rushing from behind and we never had a chance. bastard must have had Ninja Pro on because i usually hear them coming...that's a LIE, i never hear them coming.

sad thing is, this isn't the first time i've been stuck at 10 nil itching to get that 11th Kill for my Chopper on Estate to start off the match. last week with the veritable vertigoanton on my team, i began a match on Estate 10 nil while rocking the solid ACR on my hip. as soon as i got that 10th Kill w/ the Harrier i became simply giddy with excitement just tasting that Chopper Gunner on the edge on my lips. then some fucker shoots down my Harrier. great i think, now i have to do this the old fashioned way. but with the anticipation of finally seeing a Chopper Gunner in action, my BALLS shrank. they shrank to the size of SeriouslyAWESOME's brain, roughly the size peanuts. i became that pussy that crawls around the edges of the map looking to flank someone, anyone! i need this 11th Kill bad mang, i can taste this!

BAM! shot in the face for playing it "safe" as it were. lesson learned, always dance with the girl you game to the Jr. Prom with. no matter how ugly she is, she got you where you're at. i should have KEPT Knife Monkey'ing, KEPT playing with reckless abandon, and KEPT the virtual wind to my back. Conservatives only end up getting shot by Dick Cheney in the face.

So last night, after getting so close to my 11th Kill in a row again i threw ALL caution into the wind...and i get Knife Monkey'd in the back of the neck. Right after the match i switched back to the Pave Low. Fuck tiramisu, i'll just stick to Cupcakes.