As I scrolled down the chat, a message caught my eye. Madness Capture The Flag (CTF for short) gold box. Removing every distraction from my mind I started playing sincerely and full of hope that a gold box would drop. Playing was like drinking hot chocolate. As the battle fund reached 4,000, those golden words on the top of my screen completely shattering my idea of failure and I shouted at the top of my voice but was only silenced by the adrenaline siren wails in the Madness map. To see the rush to the top was no surprise. I had no idea where it could be and went to the top. As everyone was there waiting, it must be there, I said to myself. I was all wrong. Everyone there was just waiting there for the tiniest sign of the gold box. I too sat there for which felt to me the longest 10 seconds ever encountered. As a mere Warrant officer 4 I was the lowest level rank in the battle and I, with my Wasp M1 and Railgun, which was never upgraded, had never had the slightest bit of hope. Everyone there had a medium or large sized hulls. As I waited and waited a thunder shot straight at me and my hope of getting the gold box disappeared into thin air. I fell to the ground below me and simply started moving around. A thunder hit me again and I had only a sliver of health and survival. I started moving aimlessly and saw a health kit box. I was so sure I would get the health kit box. Playing a dramatic song in my mind I slowly reached and as I finished my dramatic journey a Hornet M1 came and took it. Why, I could not even catch a mere health kit box! Why was I a failure! Darn you, Don’t_think_just_kill. I looked for one and came to see a health kit box and a double defense box not too far away. This was a journey not as big as catching the gold box. I got the health kit box at least. Now starts another journey for my double defense box. Nobody had got the gold box till now. What happened? I continued to search for a while. I came across a large group but to no avail. A Railgun had shot me and I came back to sliver of health. I jumped to the platform not in the bottom but just below me. Unfortunately, I flipped and I started to wait tom self destruct. Wait is that the gold box just below me? EUREKA!!! IT IS!! There was the box, with the face of a joker on it. Waiting there was the saddest moment. Why couldn’t I just have fallen to the bottom? Watching my tank be destroyed while a box of triumph was right below me was so depressing. Suddenly a Titan starts pushing me, thinking he could make me fall to my death. But I knew what could happen. As I fell I saw the gold my heart started to race. A Wasp and a Railgun came straight at me at full speed. He shot me and just made my fall better and faster........... ANNNDD CRAZIER. WOOOAAAAHHHH!!!! I fell on the platform and there were the words I had been waiting for. 'AshJacob has taken the gold box' were printed on the top of my screen. Everyone in the chat went wild. 'Where was it?' or 'Ash you lucky Guy’ or ‘That gold was clearly mine’ came racing in and were the common phrases. Once or twice the words ‘noob’ and ‘hacker’ had caught my eye, but I tried my best to ignore it and I hid my anger. There were no signs of hacking and my catch was pure. And if I was a noob, I would have never caught the gold box. The Rail who shot me had typed loads of swear words and other stuff. I could imagine him in his house turning beet red. This Gold box had made my day. Playing another game with my friend, a gold dropped again. Everything could not go my way. My friend successfully took it. Time to call my friends to explain the incident and buy myself a Smoky M1.
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