The Day I Learned to Fear My Own Armor.
So, I've been playing HD2 since launch. I'm one of the few, proud, and deranged users of the Adreno-Defibrillator armors from Control Group, and today I'd like to tell you all the single funniest - and most terrifying - story involving this armor from a game I was in earlier in the year.
I was using the AD-49 Apollonian set (as I do) and I came in with the Vitality Enhancement booster, dropping in on a difficulty 10 bug dive. Things are going comparatively well, with the team refusing to get bogged down. I hear a noise, turn right, and immediately get ragdolled by a Stalker, launched off a cliff, and immediately have the AED feature activate when I hit the ground, as happens now and then.
With my health slowly bleeding away, I pop a stim and kill the Stalker before lamenting that I took this armor as opposed to something more practical. At around this time, a player wearing the CM-17 Butcher set and wearing a supply pack trundles on up to me and hits me with the Stim Pistol.
I was not aware of it, but this player had plans.
Terrible, terrible plans.
Because at around this time, she starts dosing me with the stim pistol every 10 or so seconds.
Because of one of the clowns on this mission bringing Experimental Infusion, because I brought Vitality Enhancement, because of the inherent 25% resistance of the Apollonian armor, and because the AED gives you a small DR boost, I was basically unable to die whilst this psychopath followed me around and microdosed me with COB Phamaceuticals' finest. Not even a hasty attempt to danger close myself with the Ultimatum succeeded in taking me down.
The audio got increasingly messed up as the mission progressed, and I wasn't able to aim right, climb, or run, but I was functionally unkillable until finally, mercifully, the mission came to an end, a little over 20 minutes later.