LA_MERC_Wetzny
March 8th, 2007, 09:25 AM
There are a myriad of reasons why I’m addicted to BF2. It could be the sweet ass graphics, the map variations, and the compilation of statistics. Or it could be something simple as the exhilaration of PWNING some snot-nosed 10 year old kid (you know the kind I’m talking about? He’s the one who walks through your yard conveniently dropping his mountain dew bottle into your birdbath) on the other end of my G36E.
Likely I’m addicted because no two BF2 days are the same. Playing BF2 is like looking at a snowflake, each time it’s different.
Last night for example, I could not do anything right. Couldn’t spawn in the right spot, and when I did some kind of Armor, APC, Chopper or Plane would quickly be by to drop a whole truckload of ordnance in my grill. When I’d spawn on my SL, he’d be in the middle of a fire-fight and I would either shoot myself in the foot or TK the guy standing next to me, as I forgot which side I was fighting on. I chalked it up to playing infantry on maps loaded with vehicles. And when I did get in a tank some dude backed into my injured tank with his APC causing my tank to explode killing me, the gunner and the dude in the APC, shortly those magic words appeared TEAMKILLS. HA!
It wasn’t much better later on Dalian Plant. This time I was so bad with the TV guide, Andy actually went SILENT! He’s like the manager whose ACE pitcher is serving up batting practice fastballs to the Yankeess. I know he’s thinking “I’ll give him one more inning to find his grove, then it’s time to find another shooter.” I started off with a couple of easy Blackhawk kills and the whoop’n and hollar’n was just getting started. Then I whiffed the Cobra, (no worries) and we ate a TV then ate another TV, now I'm firing and missing he’s firing and missing. Later I hear Conda… “Hey Chuck .. Can you fly?!” LOL!! So I jump in with Chi, Andy and Ex are rolling and we finally get a few missile shots to hit and cap enough flags to win. Just a weird night, like none I’ve ever experienced before in BF2.
Oh and the capper was, I’m introducing Jack (Fragfood) as Frank!!! “Everyone know Frank? Frag is Frank…Frank you know Chuck?” Frag: “Hey my name is Jack…” Wetz: “ I’m Sorry…. Are you sure?”
Good times! Like always.
Likely I’m addicted because no two BF2 days are the same. Playing BF2 is like looking at a snowflake, each time it’s different.
Last night for example, I could not do anything right. Couldn’t spawn in the right spot, and when I did some kind of Armor, APC, Chopper or Plane would quickly be by to drop a whole truckload of ordnance in my grill. When I’d spawn on my SL, he’d be in the middle of a fire-fight and I would either shoot myself in the foot or TK the guy standing next to me, as I forgot which side I was fighting on. I chalked it up to playing infantry on maps loaded with vehicles. And when I did get in a tank some dude backed into my injured tank with his APC causing my tank to explode killing me, the gunner and the dude in the APC, shortly those magic words appeared TEAMKILLS. HA!
It wasn’t much better later on Dalian Plant. This time I was so bad with the TV guide, Andy actually went SILENT! He’s like the manager whose ACE pitcher is serving up batting practice fastballs to the Yankeess. I know he’s thinking “I’ll give him one more inning to find his grove, then it’s time to find another shooter.” I started off with a couple of easy Blackhawk kills and the whoop’n and hollar’n was just getting started. Then I whiffed the Cobra, (no worries) and we ate a TV then ate another TV, now I'm firing and missing he’s firing and missing. Later I hear Conda… “Hey Chuck .. Can you fly?!” LOL!! So I jump in with Chi, Andy and Ex are rolling and we finally get a few missile shots to hit and cap enough flags to win. Just a weird night, like none I’ve ever experienced before in BF2.
Oh and the capper was, I’m introducing Jack (Fragfood) as Frank!!! “Everyone know Frank? Frag is Frank…Frank you know Chuck?” Frag: “Hey my name is Jack…” Wetz: “ I’m Sorry…. Are you sure?”
Good times! Like always.