Killing Floor - pc

[Jonathan Meer]

Yes, I'm making a new one for every game.

Just bought it. Heard it's a blast. Good deal on Steam. Let's play.

[Kaden]

It's definitely fun times.

[Kami]

I have not played this in many moons. It is indeed good times though.

[John Doe]

I have it as well, and once I get my laptop back I'll be sure to play it with you guys.

[John Doe]

So I'm going to tell a story of a play-through I recently had with this game.

I was playing on Offices with a big group of pubs on Hard. It took about an hour to get through all ten waves, but we did it. We had a pair of medics, a pair of support specialists, a sharpshooter, and a berserker (me). But yeah, we got to wave 11, and everyone was getting ready to kick the Patriarch's ass!

We held up on the 2nd floor, right near the cubicles. We welded that door shut and stood our ground in the hallway. It spawned on the roof, so we knew it'd come through the stairs. It was pretty easy to hold it off. Everyone had their best weapons, and none of us were really getting hurt, save a few bullet wounds from the Patriarch's machine gun. We were all thinking it was going to be an easy win.

Unfortunately, the final boss totally caught us off guard. Instead of attacking us from the stairs like we were expecting, it snuck up behind us and broke through the welded door. Before any of us could tell what was happening, our strongest fighter, a support with 700 kills and an AA-12 shotgun, got two shotted before our eyes.

We panicked, running from it like little girls (with oversized guns). We hurried toward the stairway, packed together. Not a good idea. The Patriarch readied its rocket launcher at all 5 of us, fish in a barrel. Being the badass team player of the year, I pulled out my katana, jumped from the stairs into the path of the rocket, and yelled for my team to "RUN!" The missile connected, turning my saber wielding body into an exploding glob of giblets.

My team ran, a mass of fear and soiled diapers, reaching the third floor. But the Patriarch increased its speed, swiftly catching them and killing each member of the group one by one. Perhaps through luck, or perhaps through sacrifice, a single medic made it out of the slaughterhouse alive, retreating to the roof. He was trapped at the top of the building, no escape, no hope.

"You can do it!" He heard something; a message from the grave? "We believe in you!" "His health is low, you can beat him!" "Kick his ass!" His fallen comrades were cheering on the last survivor, empowering him with encouragement. He threw away his medic gun and brought out a grenade launcher. The final battle was on the roof!

Shambling up the steps, the Patriarch stomped through the doorway. The beast was greeted with a barrage of grenades. It returned with a pepper spray of bullets, but the medic dodged around the corner, returning fire with more grenades. Seconds felt like hours as both sides threw everything they had at one another.

But it was in vain! The Patriarch stood tall as the medic looked down at his weapon. Empty. Resistance was futile, all hope is lost!

"The AA-12!" A voice? At a time like this? "You can still get the shotgun!"

It was shifobrains, back from the grave! "It's on the second floor, go for it!"

Inspired by these words, the lone medic dropped his useless weapon to the ground at the Patriarch's feet, retreating to the stairway armed only with a knife. The beast was hot on his tail, viscously clawing through the air behind the last man. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, dodging the creature's attacks at every corner.

At last, the survivor reached the 2nd floor. He sprinted for a door, closing it shut behind him. He pulled out a torch and, with a swift motion, sealed the entrance with his flaming blade. "That outta keep the buggers out!" he taunted, continuing his quest for the last shotgun. 1% can only last so long with a single swing of the behemoth's arm being more than enough to destroy the wooden door.

"There it is!" In front of the fallen corpse of the ace support rested the fabled weapon of legend: the AA-12!

The surviving medic dashed for it, picking it up and facing the angry Patriarch. "You murdered my children!" it cried, bringing up its rocket launcher to deal the final blow. The lone man stood still, fear in his heart. He aimed his shotgun at the creature, holding down the trigger. There was only a click. Empty! Some last hope, the fabled gun was empty! What was the use!?

No, there's still 20 rounds left! "Reloading!" the medic yelled, running for the broken window.

"This is the end for you!" The Patriarch thrust his arm forward, the rocket primed and ready. It fired the missile, the rocket that would spell doom for the team, for the mission. As a last ditch effort to survive, the medic jumped from the second story. Fumes from the rocket's smoke zipped by his helmet, flying harmlessly into the sky.

Plumeting to the lobby below, the survivor crashed on the blood soaked steps. He groaned, his health shattered. 3, no 2 health remained. He felt like shit, to say the least, but he couldn't dwell on the pain now. There was a mission to complete!

Missing his target, the Patriarch roared, following his adversary down to the steps below. Still clutching his weapon, the medic turned around to face the 10-foot, mustached monster, a strange tendril protruding from its chest! The single remaining soldier glanced down at the AA-12. 20/20. "Dosh!"

With all his strength, the medic brought up his shotgun, fully loaded, and held down the trigger. A hail of lead spewed from the nozzle, each pellet striking true on the beast's beaten body. Infuriated, the Patriarch charged ahead through the wave of gunfire, wanting blood! 11, 10, 9. The ammo was being eaten up faster than the monster could run, no shot wasted. 8, 7, 6. Why won't it stop? Is this monster unkillable?! 5, 4, 3. The beast was at the medic's face, claw raised in the air! 2, 1, click!

Time slowed down. Was it all over?

A stream of crimson goo rained out of the monster as it flew backwards into a burning car, lifeless and defeated. Through hell and back, the single medic had done it! The mission was successful, the world was saved! His fallen comrades revived, gathering around and praising the hero of the day. "GG!"



tl;dr we should play Killing Floor more often.

[Blue]

I'd be willing to play with yous guys. I have a level 5 Medic I like to roll. Nothing special. I do appreciate that the Medic Gun has enough fire power to take out a good portion of things though. I usually roll that and a Grenade Launcher. Not the auto-POS which eats ammo without increasing power. The standard. Lighter and takes the 3 slot, whereas the "better" grenade launcher uses the same slot as my Medic Gun.

[Rem-13]

I have this game but have never played it. Hmmmm... perhaps...


Naw.