It was long ago, years have passed, but whenever I hear or think about the name bravo6103 my body is filled with rage, my mind is clouded with hatred and my instincts orders me to do one simple thing, kill.
The story of brav6103 started when I was playing killzone 2. If there is one thing I hate about online multiplayer FPS games its snipers. Cowardly players who cannot face death. Who will hide behind anything just so they don’t have to fight in the field of battle. Unlike me and the other real men who carried assault rifles while wagging war, bravo6103 was a cowardly sniper.
The first match I encountered bravo he bested me, while I was trying to win a war and helping my team win objectives, he was hiding away in the distance. He managed to take me out on much more than one occasion, just enough for me to take notice of the piece of scum! Right then I vowed to teach this coward a lesson.
The next match I deiced to take this guy out. And our battle had begun. He was of course, hiding away in his base, I managed to kill him a few times but he managed to do so about the same number of times, he was lucky to be hiding in a base I couldn’t infiltrate and that his team mates protected him. I had to wait for the next match to take my vengeance, and have my glory.
I remember this match clearly it was the map helghan industries, the map was relatively small so I could reach him better. My first kill of him I was far away and in a high position, I took him out with my assault rifle. Ohh the sweet sweet irony , I bested a sniper from a faraway distance, rather disgraceful. I took advantage of his, and my team being busy with an objective, and managed to fight my way into his base, I took him out, then took him out again and again. He was no match for me, I was to skilled, and I was determined to show this scum his place! I mopped the floor with bravo6103, and that is my story.
