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Personal Narrative: My Kill Death Ratio
In video games I play, my kill death ratio is averaged around 2.5. That’s pretty good in the game killing world. Not many people can achieve that kind of goal. To get to that point it would take years of playing shooting type of video games. It gets frustuating every once in awhile. Like how I started off kind of bad not being able to kill people. Dying more than the kills I get. I have been playing shooting games since I was 5. I have to think of routes on maps people take and how to shoot him/her. It’s not an easy task. I like to hide and run out and shoot people. The fun thing about hiding is that they don’t see it coming and the the players get mad. A lot of people complain when I camp. This one time I got 30 kills without
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