Posted on Nov 20, 2008 8:30 PM
Last night, my squad and I—me, gib, snatcherfan, and skelezone—decided to tackle the Dead Air finale on Expert. I’m not exaggerating when I say it was absolute chaos from start to finish. We started the generator, and within seconds, the AI Director decided to flex its sadistic muscles. A tank spawned almost immediately, slamming gib off the roof before we could even coordinate.
While gib was screaming about "hating tanks," I tossed a molotov to slow it down. Skele and Snatcher were trying to hold off the horde with dual pistols because, naturally, ammo was nonexistent by this point. Just when we thought we had a handle on things, a boomer spawned behind us and puked on everyone, triggering another wave. Snatcher was yelling something about "stupid RNG garbage," but we all knew there was no time for salt—only survival.
By the time the plane ladder dropped, it was just me and skele left, both at single-digit health. A smoker dragged skele into the abyss while I meleed for dear life against the horde. Somehow, by some miracle (and maybe a bug), I made it up the ladder and into the plane. The moment the cutscene triggered, I dropped my controller and sat in silence. My hands were shaking, my heart was racing—it was the most intense gaming experience I’ve ever had.
Expert mode isn’t just a difficulty; it’s a declaration of war.
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