So why did I die?

Well, yesterday it seemed once again, that if there is no grenade around, I will run in a random direction and find one. At one time there was a grenade resting gently in the middle of the little plaza by the Seine Crossing C-flag. Me, obviously worrying that the poor grenade would never be able to fulfill its killing destiny, ran all the way up the stairs from the A-flag, straight at it and all but threw myself on it.

The things I will do to make grenades happy...

Welcome back. Not.

After ten days of holiday I returned to the battlefield. First round was a little awkward, I was basically trying to get my aim back, wondering if someone had messed with my sensitivity while I was gone, because it felt way too high. But alas, it was just me. The second round I had my shit together again, and our little clan was doing really well. Well, until we were banned.

Ten days and I had forgotten the depths of admin immaturity.

 

Now, one question. Why do I have to "accept"? I don't get the option "do not accept" because there is no point in that. I just get simple information: "You have been banned from this server", why can't it just say "close"? Nitpicking, I know. But it annoys me more than being banned. 

The Detox and the Writing

It's been Christmas. I've been away and I am still away visiting family far up north in Sweden, eating incredible amounts of food, playing with the kids and freezing my fingers and toes off. And I haven't been playing for a little more than a week. But of course I could not go a week without thinking of the battlefield, so when I had the chance to write something for this swedish gaming blog that I really, really like, I wrote about Battlefield and gaming as female. Duh.

For you swedes, my guest column is at http://www.svampriket.se/2012/12/2012-att-vinna-ar-att-vara-en-man/. (Och om ni inte redan gör det, följ svampriket.se, det är verkligen Sveriges mysigaste spelblogg.)

For you non-swedes, I'm sorry, but google translate will torture and murder our language, please do not visit such horror on my little piece of writing.

I estimate my return to Battlefield to take place on New Year's day, and by then I will probably get motion sickness just trying to move.

I need a word!

I need to find a word that describes a very very bad surprise, which isn't really a surprise because you've encountered it countless times before but you still don't really expect it because you can't expect it every single time, so it still happens because you only kinda, half-knew it. A seriously bad non-surprise. That you hate.

Like C4 on flags in domination.

We could rename that mode C4 mode.

But I still need a word for that kind of really bad non-surprise.

Playing tag

I'd forgotten how much fun it is to knife people! We were at a TDM at Noshar Canals and I got a couple of knife kills, decided that I should try to get myself a melee ribbon - I very rarely get those since I usually forget my knife - and i ended up with 16 knife kills. I laughed the whole game through, and it was just great fun, giving me a little challenge in that kind of chaos.

I will definitely be doing that again, so watch your backs :)

Still sniping. Still dying.

Thing is, I am beginning to realise that one kill with a bolt action sniper rifle is easily as rewarding as 10 assault rifle kills. The satisfation of nailing that headshot with one perfect bullet (particularly if the recipient of said bullet is running or jumping) just cannot compare to mowing people down while running and gunning.

I just wish I was better at it. But then again, I once sucked at all things BF3 and now i don't.

The importance of wanting to win. And spawn beacons.

Yesterday, me and Geefat joined a round where we were down by about 700 tickets, and trapped in our base. It was Metro, we were US and the other team were just spawn killing us down in the tunnels. They had hardly lost a ticket - the score was about 1500 -800, in their favour. A hopeless game.

So I went as recon with a M5K and an xbow with scan bolts. I scanned the tunnel ahead of me to be able to flank as safely as possible, and I got through to A where I put up a spawn beacon as well hidden as I could though I was in a hurry. And then we took A. We were joined by HydrothaBlaster so there were three of us in the squad and we just continued to harass A.

Everytime I died I just spawned back to A and put a spawn beacon up again. Geefat and Hydro contined to spawn in at A, cleaning out the opposition, and sometimes went pushing for B and C, killing people off and capping, while I stayed at A at all times, forcing the other team to constantly split up and deal with me.

Even if I was alone I could still cap the flag, so they had to have people at A at all times. And still we took that flag over and over. And of course, by doing so, our team got a chance to take both C and B. Which they did. They didn't give up, they didn't settle for sniping out of our deployment. They wanted to win and they went on a rampage. The top two guys in our team ended up with 167 and 174 kills.

And the enemy was suddenly constantly on the bleed. They could not hold on to their closest base and were stuck mostly with B, where they died and died, while the bleed just counted down their tickets.

I sometimes had more than a whole squad of enemies busy chasing only me. Which is a waste of resources on their side, but if they don't, well, then our team keeps A, they have enemies coming at them from both sides and the bleed won't stop. And they killed me over and over, but I killed them a little more, and I came right back. I can't imagine their frustration not being able to leave A without seeing it start to blink again.

We won. We won by 152 tickets.

Thing is, I finished 10th in my team scorewise, kd 65-42, but I felt incredilby satisfied because I knew that I was essential in turning that game around. And more than I ever felt when I get the MVP-ribbon, I felt like a valuable player. We freaking won.

Good game. Good game.