Normally, I wouldn't bother marking down a rampage I tore through on a night of Halo 2 playing, but this is different from any running riot or rampage I've evern earned in a Match Making game.
Let's paint a picture here, shall we?
It's Team Skirmish, a full roster of 4 on 4, and it's Neutral Bomb on Warlock. Normally, I think I'm about to lose these games, simply because I'm working up from a level 21, and you're usually dealing with immature children who run around team killing to score the objective points, or guys who are too incompetent to have gotten there based on skill alone.
This was actually different.
Knowing that in order to lock down the game, you have to secure the Battle Rifles and keep the opponents away from them, so I charge off of my respawn to the right side platform leading to Green base. Snag the BR and lay into 2 guys from distance before jumping to the middle platform. Stray grenades find me, as per usual. No biggie. Thus far, everything is normal here, as my team is having a bitch of a time moving the bomb to the Blue base, and I'm running into my usual stint on this map.
Then it happens. The next life is where I really open up the flood gates that lead to a 41-10-5 run through of 10 minute neutral bomb. I lay into the other team as if they just hit on my woman, my pillow, and called her a sea cow. With a Battle Rifle, and the default grenades from the life, I proceede to run and gun, bouncing in and out of the middle platform onto neutral playforms over looking Blue base. I'm clearing out their BR weidling security gaurds on the neutral platforms whenever they pop up there. I'm shilling out anyone going near that bomb, or anyone in that base as my guys look to arm. It's at this point that we go up 1-0, and I've just hit a running riot. In my mind, I'm thinking "stray grenade cue." Never comes, and five kills late, rampage runs across my screen as I'm jumping onto a neutral platform for extra ammo. I squeek out about 3 more kills before being taken down myself as I jump in with to arm the bomb myself, taking a 2-0 lead.
At this point, the only thing that I can recall thinking is, "nice run, now let's see if we can defend."
Little did I know that another BR would hit my hands, and I'd lay into them again with a running riot, and about 2 kills possibly shy of another rampage, just as the game would wind to a close.
The highlight was when the bomb was stuck atop their base, as they had blown it up there in an attempt to keep us from scoring that third and final time. It was legalized murder from that point on, as I didn't have to worry about an objective at that point, just be sure to lay into them whenever and however often I possibly could on a 108 BR clip. I launched grenades as they huddled in corners, I took pot shots as they ran up ramps, I bounced frags as they sat under the middle platform while they fought my team mates. I mercilessly did something I thought I would've accomplished on Coagulation with the Sniper Rifle; simply destroy the oppossing team.
Here's a link to the game stats themselves:
Moral Virus: Team Skirmish -- Warlock -- Neutral Bomb -- Game States I may never have another game like that, ever again. So I'm going to milk this game for all its worth.