Save Yourselves!: A Left 4 Dead Multiplayer Diary
12/8/2008 6:49 PM | 6 Comments | Page 8 of 10
Jones: I'm a Bill man all the way. I love his old veteran gear and his dirty beard that looks like it still has pieces of his sloppy joe in it. But I begin to notice how much attention everyone pays to Zoey. Is it better to be Zoey? Even though Zoey is being controlled by Alexander, it seems that we basically trip over each other trying to save her whenever she's in trouble. Note to self: Next session, I'm going to be Zoey, and see how that works out for me.
For our last go-around as Survivors, we decide to actually strategize before we scamper out of the Safe House.
Fischer: This is irritating. At this point, I propose a mod that would leech health for every few seconds the Survivors spend in the Safe House.
Sorry, Zoey. Since Scott Jones is playing as you, you won't be making it to be rescued. Then again, none of us will.
It's agreed that I'll lead, blazing a trail but not bolting too far ahead. "I'll take rear, as is my way," Alexander offers. The man works at
Playboy. He can get away with saying things like that. I get us lost in the cornfields. Now, I always get lost in the cornfields. I was born in Brooklyn, New York. I've never even been in a cornfield! If you need to know where the nearest
bodega is, I can just close my eyes and point in the right direction. But, cornfields? Not so much. Lost and presumably afraid, Jones dies in the agricultural wasteland. Just before his kernels get popped, I see his status go idle. Maybe he's put the controller down to go relieve his bladder. Or, to weep.
Fischer: We tried to do as much damage as possible to strip away their health packs. It worked.
Orland: On the zombie end, I get another high point as I finally get to take control of the Tank just as the other team is about to enter the cornfield. I immediately go on a rampage, knocking everyone around in various directions. I remember Russ congratulating me for knocking one Survivor back and right into his waiting Hunter crouch. Hooray for unintentional teamwork.
Without him, Team Narcisse limps to the farmhouse as the AI takes over. Spirits lift. Ok, we've got ammo and we've got health. We three can hold out, right? No, we can't.
Fischer: No, you can't. We mocked you for kicking around in the house and letting us nip away for a long time before you called for rescue.
Scott Alexander bitterly curses Jones' Gamertag for bailing on us.
