KageraImitating the worst people. Since 2004Registered Userregular
TAS is a disease that strikes millions every year. Whether it be nailing a presentation, offering supportive parenting, or even just finishing house chores, these occurrences only serve as a temporary reprieve from the dread and fear that is existence and sure as the sun rises for many these spurts of life affirmation will only be the catalyst for a run of suckage that will far outweigh the positive stroke of luck.
I spent quite a bit of time feeling this way back when I began playing Team Fortress 2. After 20 or 30 hours playing it I became a decent player. By 100 hours I was good enough I stayed in the top ten players in a 40k player community. My main was Medic and I loved it. It allowed me to be a supportive playing (I'm a support class irl) but also gave me plenty of moments to shine (well timed ubercharges were always fun-especially with a good heavy in front of me). There were even moments when I was able to take on other classes solo. I was very, very good at running backwards while needling people. After 1k hours or so It started to lose its luster but i still look back on the game with great fondness. I made some great friends-some of whom I'm still friends with ten years later and have a lot of great memories. Managing to avoid serious carpel tunnel is a definite bonus. Games like that can be murder on your wrist.
I guess what I'm saying is I hope Jerry via Tycho isn't selling himself short. If a clumsy oaf like me can 'git gud' I'm certain he and others can, too.
I love these stories. They remind me of when I was an avid Warhawk player.
I've never been good at multi-player shooters, and I generally avoid them altogether simply to save myself money and frustration. But Warhawk was a different beast. It was approachable, and no death ever felt cheap. A lot of different play styles were viable. I found my calling as, essentially, a skirmisher. While most people would try to secure the flag, or capture a zone, I was the guy being annoying, attacking from the flank or rear, or simply doing strafing runs. I managed to get my KDR to almost 1 (I died a lot during the first few months of playing the game before I figured out how to best play... I'm talking 0.25 and below KDR) before the game withered and died.
This is such a versatile comic. With minor tweaks to the first speech bubble, you can then send it to friends, coworkers, family, or anyone else who appreciates a little friendly hostility.
This is such a versatile comic. With minor tweaks to the first speech bubble, you can then send it to friends, coworkers, family, or anyone else who appreciates a little friendly hostility.
I feel like Nick Foles has a copy of it in his locker.
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I guess what I'm saying is I hope Jerry via Tycho isn't selling himself short. If a clumsy oaf like me can 'git gud' I'm certain he and others can, too.
I've never been good at multi-player shooters, and I generally avoid them altogether simply to save myself money and frustration. But Warhawk was a different beast. It was approachable, and no death ever felt cheap. A lot of different play styles were viable. I found my calling as, essentially, a skirmisher. While most people would try to secure the flag, or capture a zone, I was the guy being annoying, attacking from the flank or rear, or simply doing strafing runs. I managed to get my KDR to almost 1 (I died a lot during the first few months of playing the game before I figured out how to best play... I'm talking 0.25 and below KDR) before the game withered and died.
I feel like Nick Foles has a copy of it in his locker.