Yet again like a weary ghost The Chooch appears

[LegendaryCoochMongrel]

I am back again posting, but this time in a different manner. Today I was a spectator of my own COD teams demise. We were winning 75-25 in a TDM match which seemed to be an easy win. However just like the Revolutionary War the tides changed drastically. As player after player on the opposing team left the lobby to escape inevitable defeat the win seemed more and more exquisite in my stomach as a grinned happily at the screen. All seemed well until a new player joined....."It can't be." I thought to myself as I saw the legendary player "Admiralchooch" join the game. The feeling of victory in my stomach quickly turned into as if a antique volcano was erupting in the depth of my belly. I screamed over the mic to my teammates,"Back out of the game now!" chuckles came over the mic. The rookie players did not have the years of experience as I did so they stayed and like the violin players on the Titanic I went down with my ship. I camped in the back as I watch my teammates go down one by one. The score was 99-99 and all players except me and the Chooch remain. I knew he was coming so I did what I needed to do. I sent him a message and told him to meet me in the middle of the map. As I walk to the middle of the map my gamer career flashes before my eyes. Thoughts of COD WAW when everything was simple reminded me of the career I once had. As I wait in the middle of the map I see far in the sunset an image of a plain player walking near me. My heart sunk to the depth of my loin as he continued step by step until his feet were at the edge of dark shadow. He stared blankly into my soul as I hear random quotes from Pulp Fiction not in my headset, but through the speakers of my television set. I turn my back to him as he places his KN44, with rapid fire and FULL METAL JACKET of course, to the back of my skull. It felt like days as second after second passes along. He spoke softly to me right before he pulled the trigger, "I have become death, the destroyer of worlds." As he the words egressed from his mouth I thought of a quote my father used to tell me by Douglas MacArthur, "I've looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes." I hear a click and the hands on my controller become covered in sweat. I look at the screen to watch the final kill cam. It appears on the screen and it is not a man that shot me. It was the Chooch.