Dear fellow BF2s members,
I would like to say that I have finally come to terms with it, I have gotten past the denial stage, and I can finally say it loud and proud: "I am a C4 whore!".
A friend of mine just pointed out that my stats seemed to reflect a level of noobness not seen by him before in his 10 years of computer gaming. He promptly suggested that I go ahead and get some help to overcome my problem. As you can see, my stats speak clearly:
Weapon Time Kills Deaths Ratio Acc
Explosives (C4, Claymore, AT Mine) 12:34:35 1,606 1,087 1.48 48.90%
I am happy to report I am in the process of removing C4 from my arsenal of weapons, opting for the more manly Medic and Engineer kits as often as I can. I also have begun actually shooting people instead of just ripping them to pieces with a jump and a quick click of the mouse. Soon, I may start capping flags again and working with my team, rather than baiting them for a good C4 kill.
I may never completelly heal from this addiction, as I will always cherish those moments where a strategically placed C4 charge, followed by a quick hop and a frantic right-click to left-click mouse action, resulted in anywhere between 3-7 instantaneous kills.
I will also fondly remember the mad rushing to the nearest armor with C4 in hand, dodging it's bullets in a Matrix-Like manner, and then finally releasing two C4 charges into the air contemplating my pending death, and sending the tank to oblivion.
The fresh smell of C4 will never leave my nostrils; the ear-bursting explosion will never leave my ears either, as I was always flirting with death in my whoring. Blowing C4 is dangerous business you know, especially in a world where this all happens 5-10 ft in front of you, and where 1 inch was the difference between a successful C4 bombing, and a suicidal C4 bombing. Many times I would miss this mark and blow myself up unnecessarily, but it was all part of the game.
And who could forget the countless vote-kicks when a C4 suicide rush killed 2 teammates, 4 enemies, and left the nearest flag open for capture. Ah, the sweet words of my fellow players will always be fresh in my mind:
"GotMex? you noob omg wtf stop C4ing"
"Why don't you get some skill GotMex?"
"You have been punished for a teamkill!" x 3
And my personal favorite "Arghdsakjglhakjdhgadkgjlakdjghj;"
I hope my journey to recovery will be succesful, and I look forward to the day I will be able to play like a real man with all you exemplary BF2 players. Wish me luck, and please, if you play with me, do not tempt me to go back into my devious ways by waving C4 in front of me, or racking up 40+ kills with it. It's hard to resist the devils temptations...
SinC4rly,
GotMex?
I would like to say that I have finally come to terms with it, I have gotten past the denial stage, and I can finally say it loud and proud: "I am a C4 whore!".
A friend of mine just pointed out that my stats seemed to reflect a level of noobness not seen by him before in his 10 years of computer gaming. He promptly suggested that I go ahead and get some help to overcome my problem. As you can see, my stats speak clearly:
Weapon Time Kills Deaths Ratio Acc
Explosives (C4, Claymore, AT Mine) 12:34:35 1,606 1,087 1.48 48.90%
I am happy to report I am in the process of removing C4 from my arsenal of weapons, opting for the more manly Medic and Engineer kits as often as I can. I also have begun actually shooting people instead of just ripping them to pieces with a jump and a quick click of the mouse. Soon, I may start capping flags again and working with my team, rather than baiting them for a good C4 kill.
I may never completelly heal from this addiction, as I will always cherish those moments where a strategically placed C4 charge, followed by a quick hop and a frantic right-click to left-click mouse action, resulted in anywhere between 3-7 instantaneous kills.
I will also fondly remember the mad rushing to the nearest armor with C4 in hand, dodging it's bullets in a Matrix-Like manner, and then finally releasing two C4 charges into the air contemplating my pending death, and sending the tank to oblivion.
The fresh smell of C4 will never leave my nostrils; the ear-bursting explosion will never leave my ears either, as I was always flirting with death in my whoring. Blowing C4 is dangerous business you know, especially in a world where this all happens 5-10 ft in front of you, and where 1 inch was the difference between a successful C4 bombing, and a suicidal C4 bombing. Many times I would miss this mark and blow myself up unnecessarily, but it was all part of the game.
And who could forget the countless vote-kicks when a C4 suicide rush killed 2 teammates, 4 enemies, and left the nearest flag open for capture. Ah, the sweet words of my fellow players will always be fresh in my mind:
"GotMex? you noob omg wtf stop C4ing"
"Why don't you get some skill GotMex?"
"You have been punished for a teamkill!" x 3
And my personal favorite "Arghdsakjglhakjdhgadkgjlakdjghj;"
I hope my journey to recovery will be succesful, and I look forward to the day I will be able to play like a real man with all you exemplary BF2 players. Wish me luck, and please, if you play with me, do not tempt me to go back into my devious ways by waving C4 in front of me, or racking up 40+ kills with it. It's hard to resist the devils temptations...
SinC4rly,
GotMex?