...the hairs stand up on the back of your neck when when you walk through an open area on your way to work.
...when in the above, you not only drift towards effective cover while trying to maintain a normal posture so as not to wierd out everyone around you, you also play out some absolute freak catastrophe where a lone group of gunmen go ape**** in that location, and you just happen to have a DE or M9 tucked in your belt and proceed to expertly pick off each terrorist with perfectly placed headshots leaning around the suddenly abundant unlabeled wooden crates evidently filled with cement.
...your roomate's girlfriend peeks wide eyed around the kitchen door as you calmly pick your chair up from the across the room, collectedly place it in front of the computer, slide your mouse and keyboard back into place and flaty speak into a microphone "I'm down."
...you pass the time walking the 8 blocks to your college campus by superimposing the image of the SAW from the 2.87 trailer onto your 'screen' and giggling at the belt being sucked in one end, the casings and links spilling out the other, and trying to play back the cloth-ripping-like roar in your head.
...you throw away anything in your mail that doesn't feel like it could hold a 2.87 CD (including last months electric bill...
)
...you wonder why
all those police sirens outside aren't getting any quieter, and as a disapointed SWAT team breaks down your door it suddenly occurs to you to turn down those speakers...
...you're stomach has shrunk so much that after a 10 hour Infiltration stint, you aren't even hungry.
...you can type "frag out"
after throwing your live grenade and be in cover before it hits the ground.
...you have to redo your speech bindings, but can type half of them faster than it takes you to reach that key.
...you bought a larger keyboard just for all your speech bindings, and still remapped any duplicate keys or ones the system still used. You use the numlock key to toggle between two sets of keys on the keypad.
...you spin around at the sound of ANY footsteps going to work/school, just to make sure it is a 'friendly.'
...you are approaching a corner IRL and hear someone coming, and find yourself moving into the wall and hulk a little so you can get the drop on them if they are on blue.
...You half sidestep up stairs in a public space, making sure you have LOS of anyone above you.
...you know what LOS is.
...when playing any other mod, you hulk your head down towards the bottom of the monitor trying to aim through the iron sights.
...you are playing counterstrike for the first time in months. You move into a room and put an MP5 burst into a hostile and smoothly scan over the rest of the room. You hear a wierd 'thunking' noise. You look back and see the guy you shot jumping up and down across the room, wildy spraying his AK at you. Sure he should have been dead, you stitch him up the chest a couple more times. Somewhere off to the right a window shatters. After several seconds, your MP5 is FINALLY empty. And...
...you are kicked from the CS server for camping when you stop to reload.
...you are still in CS for some reason because your roomates spot you are holding is taking a really long dump, and you STILL, for SOME REASON attempt to defend some poor guy who actually tried to defend the hostages.
... you are wracking your brain trying to remember all those times you thought to yourself 'man: you play to much Infiltration.'"
...you're biological clock gets so backwired you get tired whenever you hear birds chirping for the rest of your life.
...you remember when there wasn't an M16 in Infiltration. And when the M16A1 was the first Infiltration whore weapon.
...you start walking bowlegged, trying to make your footsteps pan in 'stereo' on the sidewalk.
...you walk into a public environment with a subtely bad ass gait.
...you find the inside jokes on the forums FAR more amusing than any sitcom.
...you are halfway through explaining your last game where you killed 6 or 7 guys with just an M9 to a complete stranger, when she suddenly turns paled and begins to slowly move away from you.
...you are halfway through explaining that last game where you killed 6 or 7 guys with just an M9 to a friend complete with sound effects and hand motions who is shocked at the unprecedented amount of energy that has posessed your body, and interrupts you suddenly asking what 'Infiltration' is.
...you don't talk to your friend who said he 'couldn't get into infiltration' for a week.
"...one last match" is the beginning of a long withdrawel process involving drugs and counseling on the part of any human companion present.
...you get on AFA2 at 4 in the morning, and when you find yourself alone on the server, you vote on Chasm and practice launching 40mms into the upper base entrance windows from across the maps for an entire hour.
...you are moving down a street on Sicily when you suddenly take a knee, level you rifle toward a corner and start firing a quarter second before a hostile walks into your bullets, all becuase you had a 'gut feeling.'
...you are sharpshooting out a window in Infiltration, suddenly feel hairs stand up on your neck and you dodge prone as a .50 round slams into the wall behind you.
...even though you've played so long your eyes are like golf balls, your hands hurt so bad you begin typing messages sans vowels, your brain feels like a dry sponge, and your throat is shredded from howling profanities because the only people you've shot before dying in the first 30seconds have been your best friends ON YOUR TEAM, you for some reason continue to play, simply because you
know you always hit your second wind about 3-4 hours in.
OMFG how long have I been typing...
sorry fellas... ugh off to my sleeping sofa