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The feeling is kind of confusion. Everyone's had it at least at one point. Well, no. You could be one of the players who's sense of gravity and tactics are flawed; retarded slightly, you would be the problem. Humans have felt it at least, it's commonly summed up into an internet jargon: "OMG! WTF! Bull! Noob! BS!" ... etc. etc.
Up until about 5 minutes ago I figured myself completely immune to the effect. I always looked at it as, " Ok. There are flaws in the game. Yet, my tactical mindset and realistic playstyle will come out on top more times than I get gimped". It kept my mindset pure to say the least. I was able to play... I played well. Nothing stats would reflect, yet the sense of immersion was there and I was enjoying myself. Times are a fickle things, as well as situations, and how they change...
Take today for instance. BattleField 2 mocked me. It caught me sleep, wrapped it's butt-cheeks around my nostrils, and let me know what it thinks about President Bush. I was caught off-guard... the "Stink Face" expression could have doubled as a very sick Kodak moment to some. Yet, I said it... It was forced out of me. I sat at my computer and said it, " Man... This is utter ********". Now, mind you, I was stunned. Me; the placed, calm, collective, logical gamer? "I" uttered a term of disgust for the game I always looked at as "playable" (Still do). "I", the one who constantly coined the mindset, "Yeah. There are problems, just play through it". I... Yet, I belevie I had a right. BattleField 2 picked on me today... as if to break me, as if to leave me wondering why in the hell I ever bought this game expecting anything worthwile. Why I expected... what the hell was/am I thinking!?
The situation(s) were stacked. I do know that. I could list a few; a rehash:
1. Anti-Air Sites... Oh. Lovely. Ok, I am no idiot. I'm far from a fool. I "KNOW" they don't work. Yet, I wasn't sure as to how badly they don't work. .. heck, it's not even that they don't work. They work against you. I witnessed the horrible "Middle Finger" from BF2 today. She grabed my junk, and then told me she just wanted to cuddle. She gave me a BJ, halfway through, she stopped and told me it doesn't feel right. I watched, in amazement, as my anti-air rockets turned from the stationary helo... and followed my friendly transport helo.
It was a climax for the missile. Almost is if they were programmed with the rebellion of a 16yr old teenager. He dived so lustfully into the transport helo, and exploded in all of his glory.
I shrugged. I'm a shrugger. ...and like a fool I let his brother go. My sighting had changed at this point, and I only assumed that either the transport helo had moved; IDIOT! ...had to call myself one. Well, his brother followed suit. It's almost like they were raised from birth to be rebels. The bastards.
Well, after letting the family of 12 lose from their constrictive Stinger Bays. I watched in amazement as I racked up a nice -26 in team points. I also watched as the stationary helo mocked me. Never poping flares, never tilting. He just kept his nose lined up on me at over 100m, floated, and watched as the A.A. missiles hit everything around him (friendly) but him.
...he knew. He wasn't in denial, he knew my efforts would end in vain. I should have known; idiot.
2. Anti-Tank Missile into the side of a smoking Blackhawk. Smoking Tank, Smoking APC (...yes, an APC), and into a Hummvee. None of which exploded. I wondered why... I wast running the possiblities through my mind as I was slaughted by my very "Alive" foes. Did my weapons hate me? Did they lack the abilities for combat?
...wait! They cannot lack the stopping power of Anti-Tank missiles. They have the abbility to teleport through targets. They must have the abbility to strike with some type of force!? I guess they are selective... like women? Very very EVIL women. The kinda' who work at the strip club.
...I don't know. I don't hurt, nor' do I feel a sense of anger. It's confusion. It makes me wonder. Well, it makes me wonder, "How did all of this make it past BETA? Was there even a beta?!". On top of wonder though, there is doubt. I doubt any of these issues will be fixed. Yet, I don't want to bring the rest of you down to my level. It's my fault for thinking that I had it all figured out; she had me the entire time, building me up for today.
The woman known as BF2 conspired with her mother Dice/EA, and knew what to do to break me. Give me a glimmer of hope, then break that hope with repeat... well, foolishness. It's damn foolishness! I'm not the insane one, ...although, I feel as if I just lived through the twilight zone of gaming.
...I don't know. MODs? Mods... See you guys in PRMM and POE. I suppose we are all just Beta testers, and EA outsourced that "Final" development to the Mod teams. That's it! That's my new perspecitve! Ha'! I got it!
Sneaky little EA. Sneeeeeaky. They almost broke me. I guess 50-Bucks for the base code isn't a problem. As long as I don't have to pay for the final version in the form of mods? ...crafty Dice/EA. Crafty.
{WP}Paas
Up until about 5 minutes ago I figured myself completely immune to the effect. I always looked at it as, " Ok. There are flaws in the game. Yet, my tactical mindset and realistic playstyle will come out on top more times than I get gimped". It kept my mindset pure to say the least. I was able to play... I played well. Nothing stats would reflect, yet the sense of immersion was there and I was enjoying myself. Times are a fickle things, as well as situations, and how they change...
Take today for instance. BattleField 2 mocked me. It caught me sleep, wrapped it's butt-cheeks around my nostrils, and let me know what it thinks about President Bush. I was caught off-guard... the "Stink Face" expression could have doubled as a very sick Kodak moment to some. Yet, I said it... It was forced out of me. I sat at my computer and said it, " Man... This is utter ********". Now, mind you, I was stunned. Me; the placed, calm, collective, logical gamer? "I" uttered a term of disgust for the game I always looked at as "playable" (Still do). "I", the one who constantly coined the mindset, "Yeah. There are problems, just play through it". I... Yet, I belevie I had a right. BattleField 2 picked on me today... as if to break me, as if to leave me wondering why in the hell I ever bought this game expecting anything worthwile. Why I expected... what the hell was/am I thinking!?
The situation(s) were stacked. I do know that. I could list a few; a rehash:
1. Anti-Air Sites... Oh. Lovely. Ok, I am no idiot. I'm far from a fool. I "KNOW" they don't work. Yet, I wasn't sure as to how badly they don't work. .. heck, it's not even that they don't work. They work against you. I witnessed the horrible "Middle Finger" from BF2 today. She grabed my junk, and then told me she just wanted to cuddle. She gave me a BJ, halfway through, she stopped and told me it doesn't feel right. I watched, in amazement, as my anti-air rockets turned from the stationary helo... and followed my friendly transport helo.
It was a climax for the missile. Almost is if they were programmed with the rebellion of a 16yr old teenager. He dived so lustfully into the transport helo, and exploded in all of his glory.
I shrugged. I'm a shrugger. ...and like a fool I let his brother go. My sighting had changed at this point, and I only assumed that either the transport helo had moved; IDIOT! ...had to call myself one. Well, his brother followed suit. It's almost like they were raised from birth to be rebels. The bastards.
Well, after letting the family of 12 lose from their constrictive Stinger Bays. I watched in amazement as I racked up a nice -26 in team points. I also watched as the stationary helo mocked me. Never poping flares, never tilting. He just kept his nose lined up on me at over 100m, floated, and watched as the A.A. missiles hit everything around him (friendly) but him.
...he knew. He wasn't in denial, he knew my efforts would end in vain. I should have known; idiot.
2. Anti-Tank Missile into the side of a smoking Blackhawk. Smoking Tank, Smoking APC (...yes, an APC), and into a Hummvee. None of which exploded. I wondered why... I wast running the possiblities through my mind as I was slaughted by my very "Alive" foes. Did my weapons hate me? Did they lack the abilities for combat?
...wait! They cannot lack the stopping power of Anti-Tank missiles. They have the abbility to teleport through targets. They must have the abbility to strike with some type of force!? I guess they are selective... like women? Very very EVIL women. The kinda' who work at the strip club.
...I don't know. I don't hurt, nor' do I feel a sense of anger. It's confusion. It makes me wonder. Well, it makes me wonder, "How did all of this make it past BETA? Was there even a beta?!". On top of wonder though, there is doubt. I doubt any of these issues will be fixed. Yet, I don't want to bring the rest of you down to my level. It's my fault for thinking that I had it all figured out; she had me the entire time, building me up for today.
The woman known as BF2 conspired with her mother Dice/EA, and knew what to do to break me. Give me a glimmer of hope, then break that hope with repeat... well, foolishness. It's damn foolishness! I'm not the insane one, ...although, I feel as if I just lived through the twilight zone of gaming.
...I don't know. MODs? Mods... See you guys in PRMM and POE. I suppose we are all just Beta testers, and EA outsourced that "Final" development to the Mod teams. That's it! That's my new perspecitve! Ha'! I got it!
Sneaky little EA. Sneeeeeaky. They almost broke me. I guess 50-Bucks for the base code isn't a problem. As long as I don't have to pay for the final version in the form of mods? ...crafty Dice/EA. Crafty.
{WP}Paas
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