Greetings fellow Allies.. Sometimes games ask us to make difficult decisions or force us to do things that we later regret...
I'd like to tell a story about a younger Faaip.. a more adventurous and eager Faaip who had dreams of getting the achievement for completing all the campaigns in Left 4 Dead 2 on expert. I'm not sure why I felt the need to begin this foolhardy quest.. maybe I wanted to challenge myself, maybe I wanted to see just how hard it was, or maybe I wanted people on steam to think I was cool for completing it. Whatever the reason, I confidently began the task.
Dead Center was difficult and it took a few tries.. but after working out a cooperative system with my team to quickly fill the car with gas, I was able to move on. Weeks passed.. Swamp Fever was a hellish nightmare, but with brute force and a little bit of luck, I was able to complete that campaign as well. Finally I had arrived at the final and most difficult campaign.. The Parish.
By now I had spent dozens of hours in my quest to claim the coveted award. I was a veteran zombie killer.. a master of strategy and survival, but this final test proved too much for me. After countless attempts and a few trolling teammates, I began to wonder if it were even possible to cross the bridge at the finale. Too many times had we been beaten over and over, until one by one, people abandoned the game. Eventually the game broke me and before I gave up completely, I gave it one more try.
Things went smoothly for much of the campaign.. in fact I couldn't believe how well my team worked together and how successful we were at defeating the hordes at every turn. But like always, the bridge stopped us cold. Time and time again we threw ourselves at the bridge, hoping we would discover a new tactic or route that would allow us to reach the helicopter safely, but all our efforts were in vain. We decided to give it one more try, my last try..
We took off across the bridge, spraying down infected and trying to avoid the specials. I was in the front of our group the the tank came. I deftly dodged him before he was able to strike me down, but my teammates weren't so lucky.. One my one they were taken down and killed by the swarm, but somehow I was still alive. My heart raced as I saw the helicopter approaching. Without a second thought and with my team's anguished cries for help ringing in my ears, I dashed toward the helicopter and boarded it.. saving myself and leaving my team to die.. I gained credit for the completion of the level, but my team did not. I saw the achievement notification flash across my screen. My quest was finished, but at what cost? I am still haunted by the memory of the bridge and of my teammate's pleas for help as I ignored them for my own glory. One thing is certain though, I was no longer the same Faaip I was when I began the journey, so long ago.
Thank you for listening to my story, this is the first time I've talked about it... probably should have been a blog
So, what decisions have you had to make that you later regretted? When did a game make you feel bad about an action that you took?