Head Shots
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A shot which shrikes a player on the head. The head is not a legal target area, and should be avoided if at all possible. It is also considered bad form to block with ones head.
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Sir Corbin on Head shots
There are three kinds of people who react to head shots.
Type 1) - The Dramatist
Those who, when struck on the head, act like they have never experienced a head shot before and wonder why the heavens have fallen upon them. Their weapons fly from their hands and they go down on one knee and cram their hands into the spot where they were hit, usually to a high-pitched caterwalling "hoooold!". I like to call these people "dramatists" but it usually comes out as "pussy." Harsh, I know. But come on, we are playing a real-time, stick-to-body game. It ain't Tiddly Winks. This is why weapon safety is hugely important.
Type 2) - The Persecuted
Those who, when struck on the head, take it really personally, as if the person who threw the head shot had been plotting it all day long, or that, worse yet, there was some conspiracy thrown together by the opposing team to do nothing but "aim for my head." These people are the worst, in my opinion as they are the most selfish. I am actually offended someone would think I am out to hurt, or hit on the head. Let me make it clear: I am out to win. Head shots do not contribute to my winning therefore I would never throw one intentionally. Further, I would never be so hung up on someone as to single them out with an intentional head shot. You are not the center of my universe, nor is any one person the focus of my time on the ditch. You are all equally my bitches (save the kick ass Corsairs) and will get yours soon enough. In the mean time, if I or anyone else hits you on the head, please be a Type 3.
Type 3) - The Honest Toucher
Those who, when struck on the head say simply: "It happens" and get on with it. No drama, no whining, no bullshit. Headshots happen.
I have to tip my hat to Sir Clalibus. It seems like every first fight I have with that guy, no matter how many years or months or weeks or days it has been since we last met on the field, I crown him, or jaw him, or crown and jaw him. Never complains, always right back into the fight, and exudes nothing but joy. Way to take it like a Type 3, good sir!
