A Storming Session....
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Join Date: 2002-11-05 Member: 7004Members
Join Date: 2002-11-05 Member: 7004Members
<div class="IPBDescription">What it's like when it goes right.</div> So I'd just finished work for the day and thought "Right. NS time... been putting this off all day..."
What absolute, untrammelled beauty this was. Playing as a Marine, with a really sharp, clued-up Com. Most of my team-mates, AND the Com were on voice, so orders and information was flowing back and forth like a well-oiled machine labelled "Do Not Oil".
Marines apologised for bugging Com with impossible, unafforadle requests, 'cause in the heat of things they hadn't checked the resource meter.
Everybody knew to stand in clumps to get orders, stay in visual range in the corridors, and spread out and cover res points. Beautiful!
This is the first time I've ever played with anything approaching a properly-organised team - and it was one hell of a team, a pleasure to play with 'em.
The Bugs were playing fierce as hell - in the hiatus between us getting out L2 upgrades, the bugs had secured a second hive, and a single Skulk tore through three of us in an eyeblink. They came paper-close to getting Hive #3, and ladies and gentlemen that would have been us boned. With the 1.01 patch's downsized 'nade launcher mag, there's no way to take down a properly supported Onos without mines and LOTS of turret support.
Until we tore down that second hive, we were using paired 'rines with Heavies to drop a single Fade, they'd gotten that hardened and dug in with Defence Chambers. Gawd, it was a raving nightmare of slashing claws, flying bug goop and spent brass so thick you needed a mask to breath.
The round lasted about an hour and ten minutes. I lost count o'how many times I spawned. Hell, I even stopped counting dead bugs. But the team stayed together, our Com stayed at his post, kept the wide view in the moments of quiet, but seeing as we were all in a single, mobile unit when the fecal matter hit the impeller turbine, keeping us supplied and medded up wasn't too much of a struggle.
I feel very, very happy, and I want to <b>to that again!</b>
For the record - if the bugs hadn't have put up a creditable defence, and been nasty as hell in tooth and claw, we'd have flattenned them in ten minutes.
And THAT is Natural Selection. Ur-ruh!
What absolute, untrammelled beauty this was. Playing as a Marine, with a really sharp, clued-up Com. Most of my team-mates, AND the Com were on voice, so orders and information was flowing back and forth like a well-oiled machine labelled "Do Not Oil".
Marines apologised for bugging Com with impossible, unafforadle requests, 'cause in the heat of things they hadn't checked the resource meter.
Everybody knew to stand in clumps to get orders, stay in visual range in the corridors, and spread out and cover res points. Beautiful!
This is the first time I've ever played with anything approaching a properly-organised team - and it was one hell of a team, a pleasure to play with 'em.
The Bugs were playing fierce as hell - in the hiatus between us getting out L2 upgrades, the bugs had secured a second hive, and a single Skulk tore through three of us in an eyeblink. They came paper-close to getting Hive #3, and ladies and gentlemen that would have been us boned. With the 1.01 patch's downsized 'nade launcher mag, there's no way to take down a properly supported Onos without mines and LOTS of turret support.
Until we tore down that second hive, we were using paired 'rines with Heavies to drop a single Fade, they'd gotten that hardened and dug in with Defence Chambers. Gawd, it was a raving nightmare of slashing claws, flying bug goop and spent brass so thick you needed a mask to breath.
The round lasted about an hour and ten minutes. I lost count o'how many times I spawned. Hell, I even stopped counting dead bugs. But the team stayed together, our Com stayed at his post, kept the wide view in the moments of quiet, but seeing as we were all in a single, mobile unit when the fecal matter hit the impeller turbine, keeping us supplied and medded up wasn't too much of a struggle.
I feel very, very happy, and I want to <b>to that again!</b>
For the record - if the bugs hadn't have put up a creditable defence, and been nasty as hell in tooth and claw, we'd have flattenned them in ten minutes.
And THAT is Natural Selection. Ur-ruh!