One time in WW3, it was the old Pripyat map, I was on guard duty in the Globalist FOB with a friend of mine.
I spotted something in the sky, to small to be a plane but it wasn't an admin or anything. It was a glider(admins fucking about if I remember correctly), it swooped closer to the base and I got a closer look, some sort of glider with an engine, weird. My eyes were locked on to it as it flew closer and closer and I thought "That's getting pretty close..." It started to home in on my and my friend, "I better move." I think as I begin to back away, it locks onto me, I scream and then me and my friend are crushed. I remember it's movement now, I think it was actually just an accidental crash and me and my friend were unlucky enough to be caught right underneath it.
It was a simpler time, when admins could fuck about, 4 out of 5 recruits minged as soon as they joined, and PK'd AWOLs was a rare opportunity to create a funny/outlandish death