Yes, {TD}, I have finally gotten around to hadouken'ing a few retarded stand-still snipers, airblasting rockets back to spammy soldiers and eating heavy's sandvich through my gas-mask. Now, I finally have taken a couple screenshots of a recent interesting encounter on Alpha Omega's surf server.
I was playing as I normally do on a surf server with my shotgun out, firing randomly at the ramps and voice commanding "GO-GO-GO!" and "Move up!", when a spy pops up behind me in mid-surf and swings a backstab on me, ending my fun. I planned to head back to respawn, as I'm quite used to the mass-amount of homosexuality that ensues with surfing on the same ramp as the enemy team, but I didn't respawn in the start point. OH NO. I respawned ON TOP OF THE SURF MAP.
As you can see, I was in a somewhat disorientating situation. Miles up, away from others, with only seeing tiny specks of what looked like happy surf-goers enjoying their time testing their meddle against the twists and turns the map creator put there for them. I looked around and Noticed a ramp leading downwards. I run for about a few minutes and notice I'm much lower than I was before.
Realizing I've made some form of progress, I decide to look around once more. I can see I'm not alone in my little expedition, I catch glimpses of Demomen locked in a battle of steel, engineers building bases, a very interesting sight if I say so myself.
I proceed in my journey to be stopped with a dead end, a long fall, and a ramp at the very bottom of the building, with another building on the other side. I used my surf skills to try and make it across the large gap, but I went too slow on the ramp and landed on the floor. I was stuck in the jail with a couple of scouts, an engineer and a heavy eating away at his Dalokoh's bar.
Eventually getting tired of an overweight russian man savagely munch away at a confectionery delight, I look around the jail and I'm greeted with a very displeased looking scout heading towards me with a Force-A-Nature, ready to make someone into living Swiss-cheese. He manages to get a couple mid-range shots on me, I light him on fire and start firing my shotgun like the wonderful madman I am. He manages to kill me with Crit-A-Cola, but my Minicrit fire finishes him off.
I wind up back in the spawn room where I belonged, and went about my time surfing. It had been an interesting time.
