Utterly Mad

Killing floor, west london, round ten, hard, five people. My play style is all dual pistols until late in the match. I sell off my handcannons and get armor/refill ammo, then realize I no longer have the money to get the battle rifle OR replace the handcannons as I played poorly in the first five rounds. After a quick ask around a guy lends me money but time is short and I snatch the pair of revolvers and one handcannon. Feck, no time. forget about it and go on. At this point, im armed with all the pistol sets except the handcannon, which isnt a problem but I would really rather have either the crossbow or battle rifle at this point, especially since the crossbow can one shot SC and FP in one shot with a headshot.

There comes a point when the match seems lost. two of us go down in the opening waves at the start of the round. It is then that the feeling of badassery comes over me and all I can see is the flying limbs and fellow strangers struggling  against the fleshpound clusterfuck descending upon them. The only sound I hear is the righteous thunder of those glorious handguns spitting hot fire into undead skulls. For a moment, it becomes all too real. then, as soon as it comes, its gone, leaving me in awe of just how good a game killing floor can be sometimes and slightly sick from the flood of adrenaline. Final round, I got absolutely wrecked by a nearly point blank minigun volley from the patriarch along with two other players.