Believe it or not, this is based on actual events. We were playing the last of the concert in Dark Carnival in L4D2 one night and I (Mike) got separated from Kelli and the helicopter in the stands by the incoming horde. I blast my way through and make it over to the area the helicopter is in, only to have a Tank nail me at literally the last second and pin me between it and a rail at the door of the helicopter. One wicked lucky punch later from Señor Tank and I was on board and we were out of there.
We call him the "Helpful Tank", and Helpful Tank is helpful. We remember you fondly you majestic, mutant bastard.
We call him the "Helpful Tank", and Helpful Tank is helpful. We remember you fondly you majestic, mutant bastard.
