My most memorable moment was five or six years ago in an public online session of Battlefield 1942. That game had a lot of memories for me, in large part because even though my reflexes were never better than average, I was still consistently able to rank in the top 5 on my teams due to strategy and the ability to think on my feet (or, in the case of the Coral Sea map, by being a great AA gunner
). In all the time I played that game, though, one particular session stood out above the others.
In that session, I was playing as an American medic on the Wake Island map with 20+ people on each side. The Japanese players had taken three of the five camps on the map and were aggressively attacking a fourth. Ever the sneaky one, and deciding it was likely that the enemy would take the remaining camps before long (my team had been sucking all game), I decided to creep past everyone and head for the Japanese camp that was furthest away from the action, figuring it'd be lightly defended. Before I got there, though, disaster occurred, and both of my side's remaining camps were taken. One by one, my teammates were killed off, unable to respawn, and by the time I finally reached the camp I'd set out for, I was the only player left alive on my team.
I got close enough to their flag to initiate a takeover of it and then lay down on a slope to avoid being seen, hoping I could capture it and give my team a rebirth before the Japanese team knew what hit them. Unfortunately, as I lay there, one of the enemy appeared on the plateau above me, and I knew he'd seen me. I killed him but heard the footsteps of another approaching enemy, so I ran up the slope and dodged into a nearby hut, seeing yet another enemy soldier fly into the camp via a jeep as I did so. I knew I had to kill the remaining enemy soldiers before the flag would fall into my control, and I knew I had to do it fast because the rest of their team would be arriving shortly as they learned where the last US soldier had been hiding. Dodging through the hut, I popped out of a doorway and killed the soldier from the jeep before he knew where to look. Then, I ran back into the hut and spotted the walking soldier at the other entrance. We fired simultaneously, and I dodged his shot by moving sidewise while gunning him down.
My teammates had been watching all of this, since their viewpoint was switched to follow me once I was the only remaining person from the team. When this had started, there were a few words of encouragement, but most of the team had been patiently waiting for me to die so the next session could start. As I killed person after person, though, everyone started enthusiastically cheering me on, and I could feel the adrenaline rushing as we all started to think I might pull this off.
A jeep flew across the bridge toward my camp, the last ditch effort by the opposing team to stop me. It was already smoking, though, and I managed to blow it up with my automatic weapon, killing the driver. As the rest of the enemy army, tank included, reached the bridge approaching my station, the flag at last came under my control and my whole team respawned. The cheering, if vocals had been part of the game, would've been deafening, and we went on to beat back their offensive and win that game. I've played a lot of games, and I've made a lot of memories, especially in BF1942, but that last-ditch stand where I single-handedly kept us alive stands out as #1 for me.