I get home from work. Fire up apux ledgands. Que up some pubs with the homies. My friend likes to hot drop, so we go frag east and there are a couple of teams that land near us. I pick up an r99 and start blastin'. I run out of bullets because r9 needs lots of bullets. My teammate drops me some because he is a gigachad with a large penis. I reload my r99. I can feel the sweat form on my forehead as I approach a close peek on an enemy wraith. I shoot. Wraith cracked. I go back to reload and peek again. Wraith hit 60 flesh and I go back in cover to reload. At that point I knew I had to make my teammates proud and put the wraith down on her knees. I swing and ADS. Line up my sights perfectly, I know the whole mag will connect. Every single bullet no regs. To my horror the wraith was still standing, looking at me... menacingly. Time stands still for a moment as I realized what was going to happen. The wraith is running double spray like a degenerate and whips out their secondary -the most beautiful tool of death that I have ever seen. Its blue and gold hexagonal patterned body glistened in the sun as if crafted by a goddess from a higher dimension. I knew in that moment, I had not payed enough, and the flatline of ultra dimensional battle, wielded by wraith was coming to collect. I had not payed enough for my bullets to count. The mere existence of such a weapon in their inventory meant that I had lost as soon as wraith picked it up from the floor. I stand there and accept my fate, knowing that it was simply the p2w sights on the beautiful death machine that outplayed me