fredag 13 juli 2012

Being a woman who loves Battlefield means... part 2

1. Getting stalked and followed from server to server by weird people whom I have never talked to.
2. Being asked my bra size when informing my squad that the enemy is holed up behind the shed by the B-flag on Damavand peak.

This is what I do not love about you, Battlefield.

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