I’m with the OP. Harken waaaaaaaay back to Duke Nukem 3D deathmatch. I was an expert at using the laser tripmines - in one map I remember very well, all the respawn points were underground in a sewer, and the only weapon down there was a whole line of laser tripmines. All the “kewlie” stuff like the rocket launcher was up above, in the streets. So, the typical procedure was for someone to respawn, head immediately towards a ladder, go up in the street, and get their ass kicked.
Well, I got tired of that. So I became the Empress of the Underworld. I would respawn, grab the laser tripmines, and mine the respawn points. There were no “rules” in the game other than what the map designed put in implicitly, so this was perfectly acceptable in almost everyone’s view. I mean, shit, why else did they put the laser tripmines down there anyhow? This tactic was amazingly successful, and I consistantly would be in the top 2 or 3 in the frag count, often without directly fighting anyone.
You would not believe the Tarzan-like screams of protest as people would respawn and get fragged:
“Goddamn laser tripmines! I wish we’d get rid of them!” Then change maps, or edit the map, dumbass.
“Fucking tripmines! You can’t use those!” Then set it up as a rule for playing, shithead. Believe or not, no one ever proposed it as a rule before play, even though we played the same map for several days.
“That’s cheating!” Cheating? Using a legitimate weapon in a legitimate map, in a legitimate way that anyone else could do?
The funniest time was when one guy who really hated both me (well, at least in the game, because he was so lame even I could out-shoot him) and the laser tripmines respawned three times in a row, and was instantly mine-fragged each time. It went.
(Respawn) BOOM! "Jesus Christ, stupid goddamn - "
(Respawn) BOOM! "Son of a fucking ; "
(Respawn) BOOM! “FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK!!!”
Then this man, this grown adult, started punching his fist hard into his desk, got up and screamed to the lunchtime office in the billion-dollar engineering company that he had “Had enough of the fucking fucked up fucking fuck fuck cheating son of stupid fucking bitch fuck…” then actually became incoherrent, and stalked around our cubicles, swearing and randomly punching cube walls, all the time muttering “Motherfucking Una fucking cheating whore fucking fucked up fucking fuck…” Nervous heads of the other games and non-gamers kept poking up above cubicle walls to follow his progress as he stalked around the office. His face was bright red, and the veins stood out visibly on him. He never came near me, but I had my ball-peen hammer ready in case he did.
For the general health and well-being of the office, we decided to not play that map anymore. Sure enough, this master of self control whined the next day that he wanted to play it again, but no one would.
I still laugh evily now remembering it. 