I was playing on Momento, in a fireteam of 3 against some try hards Out of the corner of your eye you see it [spoiler]hard scoping sniper[/spoiler] He's got a bead on your friend, shoots his head off. His team rushes in, they're flanking you!! [spoiler]blink shotgunners[/spoiler] You're looking for the Rez but he's camping his spawn, The shotgunners are almost upon you and you can see there's blood on their armor, my god there's blood everywhere! Running for your life From blink shotgunners Trying it get some distance From blink shotgunners Trying to get the Revive But they're camping on his body Spawn sniping as you get the res Killing for fun A group of try hards Now they're bagging all our bodies Actual group of bagging try hards It's round 2 and you have your super But they undoubtedly have their supers as well Stranded, against the try hards you creep around your spawn When aha! Off in the distance. You see them flanking Your friend gets into position to snipe, but your friend! He's been sniped again!! Running for cover [spoiler]crouching crouching[/spoiler] Looking for a choke point [spoiler]camping camping[/spoiler] Now your other friend is dead You the last one standing, anxiety attack You see one flanking and you shoot him in the head Hurry up RNG, come get my res Now it's 2 on 2, But you get shotgunned in the back by the red bar guy Your friend kills one, the opponents gets a Rez now it's two on one, and he's running away But he runs into a shotgun, once again, the red bar guy The match is over. You're now down 0-2 BUT WAIT! IM NOT DEAD! Self res surprise They were bagging my orb, now they're gonna die I have scorch melee, red bar guy is burning to death Hurry get the res, now it's 3 on 2 Legendary fight, with some try hards Rushing their orb, gotta get the win Your team tries to snipe their heads, but they're dodging every shot as they run up the stairs But you're waiting for them with a felwinters You shoot one in the head, melee the other, Reload your gun, kill the last one You have just defeated a group of try hards You bag their bodies mercilessly. They send you hate mail. You're finally safe. From try hard scrubs.