It was year one trials. We were 8-0 on our card already used our mercy. The current game we were in it was 4-4. It came down to capturing the zone, it was a one on one situation. I landed a body shot forcing the enemy to retreat I ran tunnel visioned the win in site. I was on the outer edge of the zone and that's when it happened. My controller died. My player stood still, I could do nothing but to stare in horror as the devastating events that took place unfolded. The enemy blinked from behind the cover he had taken after I hit him with that body shot. He ran towards me shotgun in hand with one thing in his mind. Kill. I watched through squinted eyes as my player died at the hand of this blinky shotgun wanker. I arose from my sofa, screaming "-blam!-ING CÛNT" at the top of my lungs I lunged my controller at the wall, with instant regret, watched as it collided with a deafening crunch against the brick. It fell to the floor as did my player. Neither deserving of the end they had received. To this very day the memory still keeps me awake at night. And sometimes I can hear the "urghhh" from my player as he took his last breath. I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy. Learn from my mistakes do not follow in way destructive idiotic ways. R.I.P Don Troller the ps4 controller. 2015-2015.