Decisions

After spending the weekend in the desert, daydreaming about durkas running twords me as I pump round after round into their pita bread eating gullets.  I realized that everybody makes the best decision they can, everytime they make a decision.  The result may not be the desired one. Example:  Enemy player decides that he wants to run from out of the back door at Grandma’s house.  He expects that he will be able to safely cross the ravine to merk hapless HLWD clan members holding down B.  What he doesn’t know is that I’m sighted up with a G3 aiming at the back door.  Two rounds, enemy down.  I guess the saying is true; “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.”  But what it forgot to mention is that “the expressway to Hell is lined with the spent shell casings of my G3.”