FoX HunT

My nerves are strung out, to their ends and I feel the tension up my fingers. I am not sure whether I'll be able to move them when needed. I can feel the sweat on my palms, which I quickly wipe on my trousers. I notice that my eyebrows are twitching uncontrollably. Must be the tension. I try my best to shake away my fears and concentrate on the job at hand. Crouching I thread slowly over the gravel, trying to make as little noise as possible, inspecting each dark corner, expecting an ambush. I find a spot between the rubble walls, hiding myself as much as possible. And then I set out for the wait. It is agonizing, with an attack possible from any direction. Where is he?? I have to get him this time. Atleast. I see movement, in the form of white camoflage specks in brown military plans. Fox came into vision, between those bogies, between the coned wheels. I feel the pressure of the trigger against my finger, and I carefully measuringly ease out two rounds into the enemy's body. Fox is quick to recover, with his AK47, he ducks out of the way of the remaining rounds of my M4A1 Carbine, a couple of them striking the armour. Then he moves quickly and pumps measured breaks of two bullets at me. I feel the slugs hitting me, my aim hard to maintain. Who would win out? Suddenly I feel the blood in my throat. He got me. The damn bastard got me. I'm gonna kill him, next time. And darkness falls upon me.

So this is what has been going on in my night life for the last one week or more. Fever, it is. Counter-Strike has struck me again, this time severe, more powerful, and ever so more exciting. Shifting to ADL has paid off. CSing has become part of my daily routine. 10:30 -12:30 is when we sit in front of our PC's and try to get the better off our opponents, out manouvere them, out witted them, or bloody well send their asses all to hell. The game takes it toll. Everyone is stricken with it. Fox more than others. We take each other on, terrorist versus anti-terrorists on the A-long of de_dust2 or among the bogies of the de_train and even on the well known corridors of de_dust. I see nothing, except for the nooks and crannies where they might be and when they come into view I see the crosshair and try my best to get it to their heads when i press the mouse button. Getting a head shot is something, with the opponent flying backwards, bloodspilling, all with a rag-doll effect. You feel the power of the M4, the AK and the Mp5. You feel the texture of the AK. The guns are never the same. You can feel the difference. You can feel the sexy surfaces of the M4. You can feel it exploding in your hands. You can feel it come back into control after a 3-burst. I hold the mouse with different pressure for each gun.


The practise we are getting now must count to something. Next time we go to a tournament we need tactics. We need practise as a team. Basically we need a clan.

I cant wait to try out my talents in another group. Maybe when i get to Kollam I'll try my luck at the arcades there. Can't wait..!!!