I dunno, but here's a gears of war 3 story: I was playing TDM with some buddies in a pub match, and everything goes as normal and we reach the final round. The randoms on our team were a suicide squadron who wasted most of our lives, but we recovered and it was a 5v5. I grabbed a sniper from the bottom side of Escalation and made my way back up top nearly unharmed, when suddenly I hear the horrifying sound of my team getting slaughtered. I look at the kill feed and realize I'm alone. Just me and my sniper. I get lucky, the first two Locust are foolish and stand still long enough for me to get easy headshots. 3 grubs remain. Take another one out with a Gnasher headshot when he tried to rush me, and one of the other locust steps on a nade a teammate planted earlier. Now it's a 1v1. I make my way up top to get a vantage point, I'm up by the Gorgon Pistol, right above the Fountain at mid. I see him, the last grub. But little did I realize he had grabbed the other sniper... This was no ordinary 1v1, this was a test of our pride. I stand and try a quick scope, but I miss by a hair. He lands a shot on me, but I'm still up. Times running low, 13 seconds, I have to make a move. He takes cover on a bench and I ready myself. I hit the right trigger, hoping that by some miracle it will hit and I can finish him with my pistol. I blind fire, and the sound of a juicy pop fills my ear, and a juicy turd fills my pantaloons. I just blind fire headshot someone while we were both in cover AND I clutched the game. And that's the story of how I lost my favorite pantaloons.