I was playing on Suicidal wyre with a friend and 4 others in a pub. This was a long time ago when we used to camp on the bunker. We got overrun twice on that spot, so we were trying to find a better place to stay in. My friend accidentally fell from the top of the bunker into a space between the bunker wall and the front door. Turns out, it was a pretty good spot. Zeds could only come fron one direction and would often miss the jump to get to us, making for easy kills. The whole team stayed there successfully till wave 9 or so.
Things were strarting to get too easy. I pressed tab to check the difficulty, fully expecting to find I had joined a hard server by accidenta. Nope, suicidal. Hunting shotgun shells flew everywhere, decimating weaker specimens on sight. Pipes were inexpensive and plentiful back then, so fps and scrakes were forced to cross a jungle floor that looked like a mine field. That combined with god mode xbows made us complacent. We were joking around and laughing on voice chat about the scrakes and sirens sent flying sky high from grenade launchers and nades. "Good times", I thought to myself. "Man that siren really got some height, Look at her go. Oh look another one woooooooo!!.." I yelled. The level 2 supprt next to us let loose on an unraged fleshpound with the SCAR he bought with the money we gave him. We didn't care. We had this sh!t on lockdown. For once, a level 2 using the wrong weapon was welcomed with open arms into a suicidal server. A stray pipe made short work of the FP and I laughed some more, wildly spamming the "Insult Specimens" command. Maliciously, I thought to myself "Just one more wave and Bear King of the Dark Forest will be mine hahahaha."
We were about to finish the wave with full health and most of our armor intact when my screen suddenly turned a crimson hue. I was caught completely off guard in the middle of thinking up a scheme for defeat the Patriarch and as I looked down at my health, I saw it was in the low 20's. As I spammed v,1,1 for the medic command, I saw all my teammates were suffering the same predicament. They were all very low on health suddenly. On the voice chat, everyone's laughter turned to screams of confusion. I looked at the level 2 support specialist and he, once the mighty and carefree bearer of wrong tier 3 weapons was reduced to a child cowering in fear. My friend and the others were frantically self healing and spraying bullets left and right, trying to find this mysterious and powerful foe. I looked around to find the creature that was exacting ZED justice on us and saw nothing but a few harmless clots. I looked behind us and nothing. Just a brick wall. Another second later, I was dead.
The last thing I remember seeing and hearing that game were bright red waves and an ear-piercing cry, familiar characteristics of a siren's scream. I was the first to die. Within the next 2 seconds, five other "xxx's ears were popped by a siren" messages showed on the screen, followed by the humiliating "Your squad was wiped out" That's when I saw the 2 sirens that killed us. They were in the last place our team would've looked- right ABOVE us on the bunker. Someone asked, "wow how did they get up there". It only took me a moment for the harsh and pathetic truth to dawn on me. Several vivid images flashed before my eyes. A demo carelessly launching a grenade in the vicinity of 2 sirens sending them flying, my face laughing, the words "Man that siren really got some height, Look at her go. woooooooo!!"...... The sirens didn't die. They were simply teleported to the bunker above us, where they screamed into our ears from 2 feet away, ending our glorious game within a matter of seconds.
To this day, I am extremely wary of flying specimens and can often be seen checking limbless fps for a pulse after they land. I also hate sirens like aids.
