So here’s a new bit I hope to do from time to time. I’ll be recounting great moments in gaming. This also includes fantastic stories I’ve found on the web or even submissions. So if you’d like to contribute a tale, message me via our form on the “About” page and we can set it up! Without further ado, let’s get to the meat of the matter.
Just the other day my brother and I were talking about the Battlefield series. Eventually, our talk came to a game near and dear to our heart - Battlefield: Bad Company 2. That game will always have a special place for me. I had never played anything like it… the ability to completely destroy cover and buildings was fairly new to me. I cut my teeth on the 360 version, nabbing the demo at the behest of a friend and getting completely addicted. The game was ugly as all sin. But it was fun. I can’t think of a time more epic or fun though, than when my brother and I stood against twelve other players on the map, Harvest Day.
For those who don’t remember Harvest Day, it was a HUGE map – a valley circled rolling fields dotted by farms and a few isolated villages. The sky was overcast, painted with the occasional flash of lightning. Huge swaths of farmland provided a deceptively idyllic setting for death and destruction. My brother Nathaniel and I were playing a game of Conquest. The enemy team had pushed us back to the U.S. spawn, which was a sleepy village overlooking the valley below. It was our last point. If the enemy team took the village, we were done. Hell, we were done anyway… we were bleeding tickets and our whole damn team had quit. But the two of us decided to stay.
I opted to be a Sniper, spotting enemy tanks and troops as the Russian army rolled towards us. Here or there I’d pick off an enemy sniper or troop heading our way. But while they were still miles out, someone noticed me and put a bullet in my brain. By that point, enemy tanks were at our doorstep.
So I chose my class of choice, Assault, on the next spawn. I had unlocked C4 and threw down charges on a bridge that led to our last capture point. My brother and I met up in an adjacent house and waited for the enemy team to come strolling up.
Sure enough, the dolts came running, with a tank taking point. I peeked out a window and saw them hit my bridge of choice. Whipping out my remote detonator, I set off my charges, watching a lovely fireball engulf my foes. My brother and I then ran out perpendicular to the bridge and wiped out the few remaining survivors.
Wave 1 was successfully defeated.
The two of us hid in a nearby house and laughed that we had actually done it. But we didn’t have much time to savor the moment as the wall in front of me was blown open. My brother dropped two guys that entered and I got another as the the two of us ran through the hole. What followed was an epic game of cat and mouse. One of us would guard the rear as the other cleared a house ahead of us. We’d throw down ammo and restock our supplies. And for the most part, neither of us died.
One time, we had four Russians in hot pursuit. My brother threw C4 along the alleyway we were sprinting through. As our pursuers rounded the bend and entered the alley, Nathaniel set off his charges. We were laughing so hard it hurt.
Later, the two of us were hunkered down in an attic, setting off remote charges to confuse the enemy. In the room below, we heard an enemy sniper set up shop. I put a knife in his back and the laughing continued.
These shenanigans went on for a LONG time. But eventually, we finally ran out of tickets and lost.
Needless to say, the enemy team was pissed! In the post game lobby, I was told my race was of inferior stock and that I liked men.
But that didn’t matter, because this guy didn’t quit. And those bastards couldn’t take a village from two guys.
Two brothers.
We held a town against twelve guys. And it was fucking awesome.
I had just started recording gameplay then, and more than any other time, I wished I had that game captured.
It was one of those moments where you kept thinking it was going to end any second. But the two of us kept trucking on, laying C4, blowing up tanks and troops, and turning buildings into complete rubble. By the end of the match, the whole damn town was in ruins. I like to think that our digital doppelgangers stood in front of a broken Russian force and had a cold beer.
But that’s the Disney ending. 
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