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It took forever. It took everything I had and the other team to be full of terrible players but I did it. I got the M.O.A.B. I killed 24 people in one life. It was probably the most intense thing I have done in ages. I’m a little ashamed to say that but it’s true. You just invest so much into it and there’s this huge rush when you get it. Everything is just so intense, double rainbow intense you might say, and it’s the most fun I’ve had playing that game.
I was on Carbon, a map which I actually kind of like and I was using the MP5. I came one kill off of getting the M.O.A.B once before and it was Carbon as well, so I always felt the expectations rise a little when I go into that map. Anyway, the games before had been pretty lacklustre, hit my specialist bonus a couple of times but nothing greater than twelve kills. So, I wasn’t prepared for it but I did have some nice music going and I felt a small rush.
I started the game pretty nicely with a couple of close kills before being shot in the back. I came out again, got some pay back and then was promptly cut down. So, I charge out a third time, straight into a double kill. After that it was just me trying to hit specialist and after what felt like a goddamn century I hit it, that’s when shit got intense. Ever since my first close M.O.A.B call on Carbon, I count my kills after I hit specialist. Just, ‘8, 9, 10,’ etc, and usually it stops after 10. This time it kept going and by the time I hit 18, I could barely see from the adrenaline.
There was a couple of really close calls but I kept my cool and ran from those battles, moved and out-flanked people. I lost count around 22 because shit was massively intense. I knew I was close but just not how close. I went down those stairs in that generator like room and run into a guy. Fuck knifing, I just open up with the MP5 and down he goes.
‘M.O.A.B awaiting your mark,’
‘FUCK YEAH! SHIT YEAH! HOO RAH BITCHES! HOO-FUCKING-RAH! DOMINATING!’
Called it in as soon as I could, ran around to finish off a couple of guys and then got picked off by some guy in a long sight line. By that stage I couldn’t care less. I had my big bomb and I was smiling in all my bracered glory.
I think my music played a nice role, keeping me focused on killing and distracted from the streak itself.
I had that song going the entire time. I mean the song ended and I just flipped it back on. It was my lucky charm and I like it.
Now, I can stop playing that damn game.