I was having a good game, then "she" came in the door and next thing you know she had joined the game, Being a southern gentleman I felt obliged to take it easy on her. She smiled, I fired. She flamed, but no, that was not the last of her. Oh no..... I went back to having a really great game, then without warning,,,, ping, ping, ping, BOOM! She was back, and now she was mad! Not the kinda mad she gets when you tell her you slept with her sister, nooooooo... This was much worse.. This was that honey I hid your check book kinda mad. The kinda of mad only seen by a precious few men that survived. And now I was her newest project, The only one out of 23 players she wanted to kill. And kill she did. Ill never forget the expression of pure anger in her eyes, eyes so blue you could almost see heaven through them, but that's not where she wanted me to go. So with a burst from her 30 Cal's I was down again. And again, and again, Then without warning that momênt I'd been waiting for "click"! She was outta ammo....... Can you finish the story? Give it a shot, she won't mind