Great thread! Here is a more recent one.
PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds, which is basically a “dope story generator” has spawned so many for me, though nothing as great as my only victory, after playing the game for forty-five hours.
Luke and I had played a few games to warm up before settling on this run to be “the one.” He had a few victories under his belt, and we were intent on getting my first. We dropped near the south side of the main island, banking on it being a relatively unpopular place to start. We were very, very wrong. As we landed near Mylta Power Plant dozens of other players descended around us. We had until we landed to come up with a plan. There was no way we would survive the opening firefight, there were just too many.
So we ran. The second our feet hit the ground we did exactly what you should never do, and ran away from where we might find guns. We weaved between rocky outcroppings to make sure we were covered from behind - if somebody got lucky and picked up an automatic we were DOA. We settled on crossing the bridge to the military base - which if you’ve played PUBG before, you never do on foot - it’s suicide by sniper, but we didn’t have much choice.
As we reach the end of the bridge we see our salvation - a supply crate falling 100 meters from our position. Not just a stroke of luck, but a highly improbable way to get us back in to the game. The sniper rifle inside of it went to Luke, who, much younger than I, is a better shot. We found an assault rifle for myself nearby. And not a moment too soon. A jeep flies past us, we hit the deck. Undetected.
The circle of death, that constantly pushes players together, is working to our advantage, it’s closing around the military base. Which is good because that’s where we are. Bad because that means a whole lot of people with guns are coming our way.
We hike up in to the hills, carving our way south west, around the southern most end of the military base. 30 players remaining. We find a high fence to hide behind, covering us from most angles. 24 players remaining. We crawl in the grass, the circle of death closing in on us. 16 players left. We make it to an open field. 10 players left.
A: Movement, 165, large rock. Two of em.
B: Finding shot
A: Go quick
A: Firing in 3, 2, 1.
4 players left. Shots from Northwest. Luke is hit. Luke is Healing. Luke throws a flashbang and yells “flank from east.” Luke draws fire while I sneak around.
Two headshots. 1st place. Luke and I start screaming and cheering, nearly in tears.