So I boosted last night :(

So I aided in boosting last night. Please read until the end as this is a story I need to tell.

Everyone, I am not proud of myself at all. I need to tell you all now because I am quite embarrassed by my actions and I need forgiveness.

I was so content on level 70, everything was going well in my life. I was satisfied. Bodies lying in the gutters of Favela as a result of my ACR. I was feared, I was hated and I was respected all at the same time.

Then I entered Prestige mode. Gone. Everything gone. I was alone, a no-one, battling enemies with stones and knives.

I became depressed, started camping for my kills. I looked for an easy way out and just when all seemed lost, my prayers were answered. The message indicator flashed...I had received a voice message from a friendly player! Although I cannot remember the name, I will never forget his voice nor his offer of charity! My heart raced as he invited me to help boosting with his friend. His ingenious plan revolved around him, his trusted colleague and myself taking turns to nuke boost. I said to myself "It's wrong" "Don't lower yourself to such underhanded tactics". But then I thought of the power I once yielded and how small I had become...feeding on mere scraps in a world where I once dominated.

We met secretly behind the generators in Estate. It's a place where many such people come to meet. I was nervous when I saw the other 2 approaching, and the though of what I was about to do disgusted me.

We began the process. I was the newcomer, and so I was first to take all the kills. As I died over and over again, the third player kept a close eye on the surroundings with his heartbeat sensor.

Nothing could stop the inevitable.

The air swarmed with machinery, Harriers and Attack Helicopters went about their business blissfully unaware of the acts of their master.

I watched the score hit 23 for my friend and as his first Nuke approacheth, I did what I intended to do since I first received his message. What anyone with a sarcastic and dark sense of humor would have done.

I knifed the fcuker on kill 24. Right in the testicles. Take that. Right. In. The Testiculardios. No nuke. Sorry about that.

Then I approached his friend who, with his back tuned to the treachery, was already resting on a job that seemed to have been done well. Heartbeat monitor not so hot now is it. Pulled out a gun, waited a second and blasted his head. Nice Hallmark Killcam moment.

The abuse I got from the kid was unrelenting. Kinda like Cartman from South Park. Back in my day, I didn't know any of those words. Best report the munchkin to Microsoft for verbal abuse.

So anyways, suffice it to say, that I never laughed so hard in my life.

The moral? Stop being such a fcuking douche and play the game the way it was meant to be played.

Boosting. LOL.