Well gosh darnit i was just in a game like that.
I was playing
Halo on XBConnect and I had a five man room going. The first game me and 2 other guys on my team fucked up the other 2 guys in the room who were RL (rocket launcher, for those of you who aren't in the know) whores.
After that, I changed the map to
CHill Out, it's a really small multiplayer map that can be dominated by whatever team has more players with shotguns and RL's. So I ready the game up and it turns out that one of my teammates turned to the other team making it 2 on 3 (odds not being in my favor), and as the game countdown clock reaches
0:00 my team mate drops, making it 3 vs.
me.
SO I'm thinking "Oh
FUCK{/i], this is going to be gobs of fun." Of course the first thing that happens as I turn a corner heading for the Shotgun spawn, BLAM!!... a fucking guy comes around the corner and levels me in one hit. Let's just say after that I decided rushing around after the best weapon isn't in my best interests, so i decided to stick with my starting weapons (The Assault Rifle and the Human Pistol which isn't too bad of a weapon combo at long range but close range I was totally fucked) and see what I can pull out of my ass. The game started getting good, the only problem was that one of the guys on the other team liked having the rocket launcher a little too much for a 3 on 1 match. The thought had crossed my mind to boot him from the room but one of the sucky parts about XBConnect is that if you boot someone from the room the game crashes, so that was out of the question. So the game ran on, most of it was me either mowing a guy down with the Assault Rifle, head-shotting them with a pistol, or me getting blown up by RL's and frags. Despite the many times I got sent hurdling into the air by explosives I managed to stay within 10 points of the other team. Then, my luck turned around about 20 minutes into the game, someone on the other team left making it a 
SLAUGHTER MATCH!!!!. The rocket guy kept on camping his damn weapon of choice but that didn't deter me. I just went after his but buddy
! That's right, I would kill his little shotgun protector then once I spotted captain-douche-bag (as I like to call all rocket launcher whores), I would jump up, throw a frag, and pop him right in between his eyes before he even knew what hit em.
Regardless of my fine pistol accuracy, the game still remained to close for comfort (
45-43 favoring me, to be exact), and just when I thought I had it won... the shit hit the fan. El douche bag got his trusty friend back and blew the shit out of me 3 times in a row. Luckily the third time I had spawned I got behind his goofy ass and plasma rifled him in the back so he couldn't turn around and gave him a good ol'
WHACK! to the back of the melon. I run out to the Rocket Launcher spawn to see that it's not there, it chilled me to the bone knowing someone might have it. The I turn around to head back to the sniper rifle room to see a Blue bastard staring me in the face. I quickly whip out my trusty pistol and give him 2 clean shots to the skull and melee him in the face. Then, just as my gun was landing in my hands from the pistol whip, another enemy turns the corner in front of me. I only have 6 bullets left in the clip, I pop him once the chest, throw a quick frag, and duck behind the corner.
BOOOOOOOOMRed Team WinsNow wasn't that a great story kids...