Let's see... Oh! I got one.
I'm up early one Saturday morning and decide to have a few Team Slayer matches before my roommate wakes up.
I don't know a lot of people up at that time on a weekend, so I'm playing with a team that doesn't talk or use mics.
So with no real leadership I'm trying to at least get my unit a little more coordinated, y'know?
Think it was a Slayer Pro match on Swordbase (edit: wrong game type; it was just regular Team Slayer), and you know how that one area on the third floor sees a lot of action?
Well my teammates are being heroes and overpowering this one opponent as he takes pot-shots from across the bridge.
I'm left alone to watch the Yellow Lift exit room folks try to sneak up in as well as the stairs in back and the adjascent room with the big window.
These guys were being sneaky, I tell you. Great diversionary tactic vs a bunch of n00bz. But one of them slipped up and I get a ping on my radar.
So I go check out the stairwell where it seemed to have come from. I'm thinking, "I can take this guy... But what if he's got the sword? Or worse! Whatever, I can dance with the best of 'em."
I come to the corner at the top of the stairs (I know, it's a ramp but I think of it as stairs) and take a peek.
That's when a frag grenade comes sailing up towards me and I see him. But HE was really THEY and I was outgunned.
"You guys! They're behind us, coming up the stairs!" I yell as I start backing up and lobbing grenades to slow them down.
Either my team was too far away or just ignorant because they didn't come running, and I was left facing 3 blues with no grenades.
As they whittled down my shields I ran and bounced around as I shot back. But I learned the value of Armor Locking that match.
Shields gone, a headshot or pummeling imminent, I snapped on AL and waited for the cavalry, and you know what?
They showed up, and after a bit of a skirmish they managed to kill the blues.
Now, I wish I could say I survived that tussle and we won the match, but this isn't a feelgood tale of overcoming the odds.
They were still a bunch of n00bz that played terribly up to that point.
No, what made that match memorable was how at the moment I was yelling, "They're coming up the stairs!" my roommate actually WAS coming up the stairs and thought I was yelling about him, started yelling back like I was being a ******. I threw on AL at that point and laughed at him. That might be why I died, but something tells me it was the grenades they wasted on me (probably what cost them that skirmish).
Moral: AL has it's place, IMHO. And don't yell too loudly when talking into your mic if you live with people. =x