All you ever wanted to know about Hambo-42

Although I play with many people online I have one core group of people that I am linked to as part of my clan. They are the people of team FC (don't ask what it stands for. Seriously. I mean, whatever you are thinking of it isn't far from that).  And I love my team.  Here is what one of my awesome team members wrote for my bio.  I think he did a great job!!

Name: Hambo-42
Real Name: Samantha Holman
Resides: Auchenflower, QLD
Rank: Prestige 4
Claim To Fame: Highest Team FC S/Min, Partner of Gibbo-47, Being Female
Favourite Gun: Enfield (Taken from Combat Record)
Favourite Kill Streak: Spy Plane
Favourite Perk: Ghost Pro
Greastest Strength: Accuracy, Picking people off with Ghost, Mercenary TDM
Greastest Weakness: Zombies, Pressure Situations, TDM when in a Clan

TDM Stats:
K/D - 1.50
S/Min - 199.48

Hambo-42 is the only female in FC and holds the highest TDM kill/death ratio in the clan. Hambo's ruthless tactics of picking people off with Ghost Pro has ensured she kills at least 3 people for every 2 deaths. Noted for falling behind when playing as part of a clan, Hambo-42 flys the flag for team FC solo, ruthlessly hunting down and destroying the opposition without any help from her clan buddies. Being partnered to another team FC member Gibbo-47 means that both Hambo-42 and gibbo-47 have to "happily" share the one playstation which is why Hambo-42 has only made the 4th prestiged rank. As much as she loves them, her biggest weakness is probably zombie gameplay as the pressure gets a bit to intense in the later rounds. Having said that, a few hours training with zombie captain Operative, Hambo could quite well crush all of us in the zombies setting as she is the most accurate member in team FC. Here is a few stats to blow you mind; Overall Accuracy 15.14%, Enfield Accuracy 15.24% and 7.4% of kills come from headshots. Now come on fellas, with stats like those and a KD of 1.50, aren't you grateful she is on our side???? I know I am!

Doogster86 out....

All Night CoD Extravaganza!!

One of the unfortunate things about being a nurse is the need to do night duty.  Fortunately, one of the perks of having to forcibly readjust your sleeping pattern is that it allows you to do otherwise antisocial and useless activities. Enter CoD.  Generally in my house it is a competition between myself and boyfriend for CoD time which is juggled in between crucial tv programs such as Rush and Neighbours (That's right, judgers!!!).  But not tonight.  Tonight I am preparing my body for night duty.

Since I would have to be awake tomorrow night during the hours when I would normally be drooling on my pillow the logical thing is to stay up. Until the sun comes up.  But because I am getting old and grumpy this is proving harder than I imagined.  I started playing at about... 10pm?

0117 Update: So far I have managed to convince two random strangers and a friend (Verminkilla- he wanted a mention) not to go to bed and to stay up all night playing CoD with me. One has to be up in 3hrs. There has been a massive amount of swearing.  Most of the things said do not actually make sense. I have no idea what is going on... My ratio has been in the positives pretty much all night. AKA I am awesome.  I may be getting slightly sleeping but so far so good.

0203 Update: I am almost blind, I have a stage one pressure ulcer in my left ear and yet some how I am awesome. Verminkilla- has said at least 30 times that he is going to bed. He is obviously still playing.  I AM INVINCIBLE. Lowest ratio of the last 5 games is 1.11. 

0305 Update: We are all delirious. We lost one but Vermin and FairyGobMother are STILL playing. We are singing and probably dancing. We got kicked from the original lobby and now I am starting to go downhill. Also, Vermin was playing the Cantina song from Star Wars. I loved it.

0415 Update: Sweet Jesus. I think I am going to die.  Vermins alarm to get up for work just went off. We convinced him to play another game but he won't stay home from work.  I may have eaten one too many left over cupcakes and now my mouth feels like sand. I am resisting the urge to go to bed.

0436 Update: I am done. My eyes feel like I have run out of tears, my brain hurts and I feel a little disorientated... I said goodbye to my last friend on and now it is all turned off. What a huge fucking night.  Oh dear god. What the hell is that noise??? Is it birds...

0454 Update: So now I have showered, I am brushing my teeth and going to bed. I am going to try and get to sleep before it gets too light and John gets up. GOOD EFFING NIGHT ^.^

Black Ops is the best and worst game in the world.

I have come to this conclusion this very afternoon.  Black Ops and I have a bitter sweet romance that very often ends up with me screaming at the screen and flailing my limbs around.  Or sometimes dragging myself from the couch to the bedroom with red eyes at three in the morning.  Yet, somehow I end up romanticising the game and putting it into the PlayStation to wile away my precious few hours on a game that turns me into a raging mad woman.

This afternoon for instance I spent a full five minutes arguing with someone, who sounded like a prepubescent boy, about how he should turn his mic off while he eats chips.  For five minutes.  What is wrong with me? Why didn't I just mute him? Why didn't he mute me? Because Black Ops turns you into the Devil's spawn.  The swears that came out of his mouth!  The worst part was when I was telling him off I realised I probably sounded like his mother.  'Turn your mic off when you are eating chips!'  While I was at it I should have told him I would wash his mouth out with soap and roused at him for playing games instead of doing his homework. *facepalm*

When it comes to video games it's like I become a different person.  Like Jekyll and Hyde, I am a cute little girl who is into nice things and the moment Black Ops is on I become the power hungry, locked and loaded maniac who takes no prisoners.  When I play I pray for someone to tell me that I sound like a 10 year old boy so I can kick their ass and tell them how bad they must feel being beaten by a girl.  Or telling people to nick off when they find out I am a girl and try to be all nice.  Then I shut it off and go to work, chatting with patients and joking with old ladies that I am only called Samantha when I am in trouble. 

I even had one guy have a go at me for having the same name as him (Hambo).  What the hell dude? I added you two weeks ago because you thought it was cool we had the same name.  All Black Ops players are crazy people waiting to happen... And that is totally self confessed.