Save Yourselves!: A Left 4 Dead Multiplayer Diary
12/8/2008 6:49 PM | 6 Comments | Page 10 of 10
Post-game
During the fourth chapter of "Blood Harvest," I got a text from Dave Thomas railing against an apparently faulty repair that rendered his 360 unable to get online. "It's sad, really. Here I am playing alone. Stupid Xbox. Sorry, man." Little did I know how sorry it would get. After the game ends, I get a text from Jones, blaming his idleness and drop-out on faulty Internet. It sounds true, but can I really trust him? I don't think he saved me even once...!
Jones: I saved your sorry ass, Narcisse! I pulled so many Hunters off you, man! They were like flies on a piece of poop! How soon we forget, eh? Next time a Hunter is having his way with you, see if I Florence Nightingale for you!
All in all, I think our team's biggest failing wasn't so much the failure to strategize as it was the overflowing empathy. We were always saving each other, you see, and big hearts make for easy targets.
