It's the crew.
Been away for awhile and you hook up with the crew ??
Warm fuzzy stuff.
No matter what's the bag, whether it be strat or fuballin, there's a crew that hangs in you world. The "guys".
The fire in the belly.
The guys with the passion in the game that you've taken a break from.
Drop in after a layoff, and their doin the game thing with the passion that IS what you do.
It rocks.
Besides hangin on to your life, killin a few, sayin howdy to those that make up the crew, you find one of those "moments".
A countrymen in a world of....well..
eh..
poop
Has a conga of three formed on his poor down on the deck, out of options life.
Tell him which way to turn for each of your passes, and he does it the best as he can under the dire out of option circumstances..
And you kill every one of them, one per pass..
The fire in the belly.
Good times.
It IS there, it's part of your blood.
