Tuliackbaev

My story took place in a game that is not exactly an MMO, but it's wikipedia says it is one so here it is. The game was World of Tanks. In case you are not familliar with it, it is a team based PvP shooter with no respawns, oh and you drive tanks. At the time i only played it for about a month and because of the match making system i played with others like me. So this is the story of a Noob that got lucky. Weirdly enough the story starts not at the beginning of the match, but almost at it's end. I was left alone, all my teammates were dead, enemy team still had 5 players left. FIVE. When i saw this my first thought was to let them kill me to end this faster, i saw no hope. But then one word emerged in my mind. NO. If i'm going to lose i will not make it easy for them and if i'm lucky i will drag one of them with me. And so i went hunting, lucky for me they decided to "I think we should split up. We can cover more ground that way!". And just like in all the horror movies, it became their downfall. I started killing them one by one thinking that if not this one, then the next one definitely will kill me. And with each new kill this thought pumped more adrenaline in me making my hads shake a little. By the time there was only one of them left alive i had a weird mix of emotions, of previously described sense of dread and the feeling that nothing can stop me. Sweetest victory i ever had in a video game.