My first throw back rifle nade kill by =(eG)=Fry.

Welcome to the first blog dedicated to sharing stories from all around the eGO community. This blog is dedicated to relating to you, the average reader, our experiences playing Day of Defeat. I hope you enjoy. First here is a little bit about me:

How do you communicate to a person that they are, in fact, a nublet. For years this question has ravaged my sanity and left me the empty husk of the man you used to know as Fry. Shooting them wasn't enough. Shooting them in the head wasn't enough. Knifing them wasn't enough. It seemed like nothing would ever proclaim in the resonating baritone of manliness: I pwn j00 kekeke -_-

I bounced around from server to server. Always looking for my moment. I became addicted to leet speak and trash talking. I ran up scores so high that I caused integer overflows. Still nothing ever left me satisfied at the end of the day. Even though it looked like I had it all, I was never truly happy.

At the breaking point both physically and mentally, I joined eGO in an effort to get my life back on track. It wasn't easy going at first, but I managed. But my break would come. My Savior would arrive. Finally one day on eGO's 24/7 Donner server, fate would intervene.

It was a normal rush through the ally into the field. I had an STG44 and was looking to spray my way into greatness. Who was around the corner? Some pubber? Would Slayr be waiting to punch me? Was I going to have to dodge a nade from Fluffy? I would never know the answer for sure. Before I could engage the enemy that surely waited around the corner, a single, lonely, rifle grenade landed softly at my feet. Panic. Was it primed? Was another on its way? Is the rifleman nearby? Questions that had to be answered in less than four seconds. My short life flashed before my eyes. The sheer horror of knowing I was about to die without having killed anyone weighed on me like the sound of Tech's voice viciously spewing profanities every time he met the wrong end of a burst from my stg. In that moment of chaos and confusion, a light came down on me and time seemed to stand still. I saw heaven open up before me, and there in the clouds was a grenade, basked in the glowing glory of godliness. In all the splendor that surrounded me, I heard a voice proclaim to me: "In this sign, conquer." It was then I knew my calling in life. As the tide of heavenly light subsided and the world around me returned to the war torn streets of some small village in Europe, I sprang into action. No longer regarding my own safety I sprinted forward. I scooped up the smoking grenade, and with a silent prayer for destruction, heaved it with all my might from whence it came. Time passed. It seemed like an eternity. I waited... and waited... and then it happened. The unmistakable sound of a grenade exploding. The cry of a soldier whose body has just been peppered with shrapnel. My name, writ across the top of the screen, followed by a picture of a rifle grenade from an M1 Garand, followed by the name of someone who had truly just been owned.

Now with my true calling realized, I resolve to never let a grenade explode near me. For my teammates, for my friends, and for the love of pwning nublets, I am now Fry: Nade Throwbackerer. You will still see me shooting you in the head from across the map with a sniper rifle, or running up to you and mowing down half of your team with an stg or bar. You may even see the smoke trail left by my bazooka right before you are turned into ashes by a rocket. But know this: no longer can grenades be thrown at me with impunity. You have been warned.