I guess a decade later is as good a time as any to provide a short summary of why this still hangs out on my profile...

A while after release of Chivalry, you'd have these last-man-standing servers where it was hard as nails for any newer players to stick it, meaning that after a few hours the diehards would congregate and were packed in wall-to-wall.

This was a night like many others, the teams had gone back and forth for a few dozen rounds, everyone was getting their drink on and there was a massive camaraderie amongst the ad-hoc teams. Everyone had figured out their strategies and the styles of their opponents, people were trying some nonsense stuff to try and rout them, and so on. It was was great. This particular match, blue was the last standing and had successfully roamed the map alone to take down two other reds commando style.

And then it came down these two, the whole server watching and cheering them on, as they jousted for a good long minute out on the log dividing the map. Real 'Duel of the Fates' stuff, as the title says. In this moment, everyone held their breath as they both finally made a risky all-in attack to try and win it, and I just happened to capture them hanging in mid-air, where everything was perfectly in the balance.

I don't remember who won. It doesn't matter. It's just about gaming nights that define your experience you have with a game, and the sometimes brief, sometimes life-long bonds that you form with the similarly obsessed.