One night, me and some friends were playing infection on Sandtrap. During the match, I and two friends were the last humans. We grabbed a Warthog we found and began driving around the perimeter of the map. The zombies picked off my two friends, leaving me alone. Strangely, my friends couldn't kill me, causing everyone in the lobby to get exponentially angry. As I listened to my friends curse at me in frustration, I laughed and laughed, to the point that I could barely see the screen through my tears, until I was kicked out.