So Left 4 Dead eh? This little site popped up, and I figured I haven’t written an article in a while, since I’ve been distracted with Fallout 3, so I decided that I would be the very first, proud writer of boomercharged.net.
So, what witty thing can I write about that will make this article worthy of being the first contributor article on boomercharged.net? Ah, yes. Stories.
The L4D demo is fun on single-player, but it just simply doesn’t compare to the delightful-ness of getting 3 more morons into the mix and watch as they violently sabotage each other with shotguns. We breezed through on Normal and Advanced, so we figured that we (There was me, a beast with a good computer whom we will call “Beast”, a guy with an OK computer whom we’ll call “Guy”, and a failure with a sucky computer whom we’ll call “Failure”) were ready for the Expert campaign.
Now, the demo has two very distinct sections, one is the rather easy Apartments section, and the next is the Subway level THAT ALWAYS SPAWNS THE DAMN TANK… *ahem* So where was I?
Maybe the Apartments on Expert were a bit hard, but it was truly nothing to sneeze at, considering that you can beat it in 40 seconds. The only memorable moments were when we all realized that weapons do full team damage on Expert, that means shotguns can nearly one-hit kill meatshields teammates. We lost a good 20 minutes to senseless teamkilling, but it wasn’t long till our shaky alliance was back on its feet (Or knees, considering that we still killed Failure on site).
Anyway, we were back to winning this Expert campaign… Till we found that jumping of a 3-story building prompts a “Save Me” scene. Another 10 minutes lost to attempted suicides.
But, for real now, we were going to beat this. We made our way through the starting apartment, out onto the streets with little problem… right up to the car alarm sequence. We are silently picking off zombies with our dual pistols when Guy shot the car… never before have I so feared the BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP of an enraged car.
We heard them…
We did not know from which direction they were coming, but then…
I valiantly stood atop the car, laughing maniacally into my mic. I blew away the futile zombies with just a few clicks of the mouse:
One dead, two dead, three dead, FOUR!
They kept coming, and the AI director (Damn you smart AI director) spawned a Smoker that began to pull Beast away. We had to chase after him attempting to find the source of the tongue-ling monster. Me and Guy waded through the horde chasing after the struggling, helpless individual. We bashed away the Smoker and made sure that he got a nice dose of lead poisoning.
Realizing that we were getting beaten fairly badly, we ran towards the safehouse. We could see the door. We ran to the door. We opened the door. I began to run inside the door.
BLERGH! The green filth of boomer barf began to run down my screen… I couldn’t see… couldn’t find the door… I simply ran backwards into a place I hoped was the safehouse… but I didn’t know.
I slammed the door in front of me. I and Guy were safe. Beast was not. He was just three feet outside the door, being mauled by a Hunter.
We could have saved him, could have simply opened the door and punched the hooded stalker off. But we didn’t. We could hear the rest of the Horde out there, and we would rather let our friend die than risk our own damned lives…
And so we heard his pleas of help over the mic… as we simply sat and stared at the door, waiting for it to end…
