So my dog (157lb Ole English Mastiff) ate my mic. Boom, mic, and all. She left the wire and jackhead alone, but the rest looks like I took a grenade to the face. (grumble grumble $50 grumble grumble)
Since my bitch ate my headset, I find myself less willing to play. I actually don't want to play for this exact reason. Without a headset, I'm reduced to the preheadset days of commarose limitations and pg up/pg dwn responses. I feel like I'm playing in the stone ages of communication. I've played twice since the dog ate my mic and I refuse to get in a chopper or plane until the mic has been restored. I love ground pounding, but squad tactics have been hindered due to lack of good communication.
How the hell did I ever manage without Voip / TS / Xfire or just a good working mic? Man, have I become a total mic-snob or what?
KJ
Since my bitch ate my headset, I find myself less willing to play. I actually don't want to play for this exact reason. Without a headset, I'm reduced to the preheadset days of commarose limitations and pg up/pg dwn responses. I feel like I'm playing in the stone ages of communication. I've played twice since the dog ate my mic and I refuse to get in a chopper or plane until the mic has been restored. I love ground pounding, but squad tactics have been hindered due to lack of good communication.
How the hell did I ever manage without Voip / TS / Xfire or just a good working mic? Man, have I become a total mic-snob or what?
KJ