“There I was, pushing the payload by myself. It was almost time for dinner and the kids were on the verge of WWIII. My team was nowhere to be found, all wiped mere moments ago. I used the payload as a cover so the enemy team couldn’t poke at me from the distance. I smelled the left of lasagne on the brink of overcooking. I bursted from behind the payload and in an instant, hit Q ,NERF THIS’ I yell and pray for a miracle. The other team had grouped. Fools. I push the payload through their dead corpses and win for the team. I overcame with my wits and pants still in tact”. Someone’s future story