I'll call this one: Snipers Are Ruining Online FPS

SO I started playing Battlefield Bad Company 2 online recently. Didn't take me long to get back into the swing of things and I'm doing fairly well. I get in my zone and usually pull my weight and 2-3 other people's weight too. So, without too much undo bragging I feel I'm pretty ahead of the curve when it comes to what it takes to be good at BFBC2.

Further, a lot of attention has been paid to squad based tactics to get things done, and having served my time in the US Army as an Infantryman, I think I've got a leg up on the competition there too. I know what some of you are saying, "this is a video game and those real life tactics don't work." The truth of the matter, is they do. Not as often as I would like, but they are more often than not effective.

So having given my credentials here I'm hoping anyone reading this comes into it with the understanding I am not some FPS fanboy who bitches and cries when things don't go my way. I adapt and over come. Every kit has its time and place, and the surest way to win is to work with a good squad. I understand losing is part of the game. Sometimes you just get beat by a better team. It happens.

Losing because your squad consists of 3 other people doing their own thing and the other 8 people on the team doing their own thing instead of working together... Thats a problem for me. I love Battlefield. I've been a player since it was only for PC. Working together has always been the main ingredient in a winning recipe, and for a while that's how it was.

What happened? There have always been way to many snipers on any map (even the ones poorly suited for the kit) in a BFBC2 game. Why? I'll never knock a good sniper. Ever. One who understands you cannot score kills or benefit your team if you're sitting in a tall building, by yourself, on the opposite side of the map as everyone else (Including the enemies). One who understands that sometimes, it is not the right time to play death from afar.

Those fail snipers though... You know which ones I'm talking about. The ones who die constantly getting counter sniped or when someone runs up on them and stabs them, or mercifully puts one in the back of their ghillied head. The ones who end entire matches with 2 kills and contributed nothing else to the cause. Those are the guys I want to talk to now:

Stop being a Buddy Fucker (as in Battle Buddy). I know its cool to shoot some one from stupid distances and surprise them with a crack a flash of red and having to re-spawn, but we need you over here, in the fight. With every other motherfucker in the game. We need you to put down the rifle, grab a sub-machine gun, or an assault rifle, maybe even a light machine gun and come help us cap the base, or blow up Objective Bravo. If you're worried about dying don't worry. It happens to us all the time. Dying doesn't hurt your score. Getting kills, assists, revives, and caps helps it out like you would not believe though. These are the things you're missing out on when you sit in that lonely building for the entire match waiting on those 2 perfect kills. Its not a battle of patience. Its fucking annoying. That is not playing. That is camping. Camping is douche bags. Stop being a douche bag. If that's not enough, hop into the tank and come blow fuckers up with us. I promise we'll never complain about having tank support when we're in the dirt shooting it out with bitches.

Speaking of vehicles that brings me to my next point. The vehicles do not exist solely to get your lazy fucking ass back to where you died so you can try the same lame shit and die again. What do I mean? Well if you die, and re-spawn at base, and there's like 3-4 other people there, don't you think you look a little bit like a cock sucker when you just hop into the hummer and leave the rest of us off to hump it back to the action? You couldn't give us a lift? You should also be aware, you might not have gotten the shit blown out of you as you wheeled around that curve at Alpha if your punk ass had waited at least long enough for a gunner to climb in that hummer with you. Its amazing what a .50cal machine gun firing into the corners does to damage someone's willingness to poke their head out long enough to draw a bead, and fire that AT4 at you.

It takes 2 seconds to not be a goddamn stupid douche bag in this game. Spawn with your squad, and act like you want to win. You'll be pleasantly surprised when you win, and wait for it.... Wait for it...

Actually get good at the game! Zomg! Yes! You'll learn to keep your head on a swivel, and pay attention to your surroundings, and you'll learn about those other kits so when you do go back to sniping (when its appropriate) you'll be able to tell if that guy you've got in your scope is carrying a sub-machine gun or an assault rifle, and you can respond accordingly.

If there's anyone else out there fed up with the stupid BFBC2 players, and wants to get their game on. My gamertag is Ac1ds0ld13r. Peace out yo.

Time for another round of ranting...

Let me first start with this though: Key is insanely sexy.

Spent the last few days laid up in bed with stupid pain. Between my knee and foot I don't know whats worse. I'm going with the knee. It hovers generally on a scale from 1-10 at a 7 and peaks at a 46 when I move it wrong. I don't have time to be hurt like this. I need to get working and get ready for a move in a few weeks. The thing that is pissing me off the most about it is I'm not doing anything to aggravate either of them. My movements are kept to a minimum and its not like I'm running around jumping off shit. Entirely frustrating.

I started my Facebook account back up and remembered after 2 minutes why I deactivated it in the first place. Annoying shit. People I haven't talked to in 10 years sending me friend requests. People I have never talked to sending me friend requests. Friends recommending I become friends with people I've never talked to.... Holy shit. Give it a rest. I don't understand that stuff. Really. One of them I talked to the guy like twice in High School and now he wants to be my friend on Facebook? Wtf is that? I don't even remember who the hell you are, and you want to be internet buddies because you're friends with someone I actually talk to?

Ugh.

There was a whole rant planned for this but I'm in too much pain.

FUCK FACEBOOK. >.<

Completely random blog...

First off: My sleep schedule is shot to shit thanks to a busted knee, that means sleeping at odd hours and being awake at ones that can only be described as crackhead like. So... I hope that appropriately prepares you for whats going on here, because I don't know.

Mario Lopez... I don't know if I should feel sorry for this guy or what. Wasn't he an actor at some point? Still, his girl is pretty hot, he's aged well, and he's finding no shortage of work hosting EVERY MOTHERFUCKING THING EVER BROADCAST! Everywhere I turn A.C. Slater is scoring pets, talking about ABDC or hosting some Miss _____ Pagent. At least he's getting work.

Not being able to walk sucks. If you have to pick between knee bursitis, or getting kicked in the groin, go with the groin kick. After the vomiting and pain subside you're good. I've been fucked up for weeks. The pain level is so intense I think if a Doc asked me on a scale from 1-10 where I would I rate the pain, I'm going to have to take the chair I'm sitting in, and smash them in the face with it, and calmly reply, "About there."

Katy Perry's boobs are nice. Brisk Iced Tea is the shit. I get it in plastic bottles because frankly, if I'm drinking it I don't have a choice. So meh. I went to get some food the other day and had it out with some PETA people...

Now, before any of the PETA members on SG start clamoring for me the burned at the stake let me explain: I'm on crutches, clearly in pain, and while I'm all for picketing and protesting for your belief that beef is murder, I quite frankly, don't give a fuck. I find beef not only, tasty, but delicious, and any animal you can hunt with a hammer, deserves to be eaten. Yes, I agree, some of your complaints have solid grounding. Being called a murderer several times as I gimp my ass up to the store from my car tends to make me want to snatch your sign out of your hand and jam it in your brain. Or hit you with a taser. Sadly, I was incapable of the sign stabbing, and didn't have a taser. So, I did the next best thing, and after getting my food, went to the closest window to the curb, and made a huge show over eating my cheeseburger. Its the little things.

Freedom of speech and the right to a peaceful protest does not give you the right to shove your beliefs down my throat. Maybe I'm wrong. Who knows.

National Day of Prayer ruled unconstitutional. Yay! As an atheist, I'm all about keeping church and state as far the fuck away from each other as possible. Watched an "interview" between a Reverend that headed some organization that was all for the decision. Notice "interview" was in quotes. This was a Fox broadcast, which meant "interview" was the interviewer bashing the Reverend, interrupting him, and generally being a pushy bitch. That also meant I had to go do my own research because god forbid one of these stupid companies just report news...

Im out of steam and not going to defend my position on the National Day or Prayer bullshit. Suffice to say I wasn't one of these atheists flipping shit over In God We Trust on the dollar bill.

Though that got me thinking, what the fuck happened to The Pledge of Allegiance in school? I can understand pitching shit about a prayer, but c'mon! It's the fucking Pledge!

I was also informed I am Pro-Choice, not Pro-Abortion. Ok, fine. Not like I'm chasing pregnant women down the street with a flashlight and a coat hanger. You knew what the fuck I meant, was the correction necessary? Any answer other than "no" is pretentious and wrong.

I'm done.

I'll be in my castle awaiting the hordes.

After an entirely too long hiatus I've managed to find my way back over into SG land, and I must say I missed it.

I've been spending my time in VAB going through my cousin's divorce (thats what I get for trying to help family).
Getting ripped off for 700 bucks by my youngest cousin (no, I don't learn).

Started teaching myself a few new programming languages (and not doing bad at it I might add. )

I've done quite a few pieces of killer photoshop artwork I'll be uploading some soon, including a mod of one of my favorite SG's, Miro. Whose sets never fail to disappoint.

On top of all of this I went from an 1100 square foot apartment, to a 1800 square foot house, to a 900 square foot apartment... I know how my fish feel now... It's unpleasant to say the least. Anytime it even thinks about raining the yard in front of my apartment turns into a pond. This leaves you with the option of walking through three inches of mud or three inches of water. Wet feet or muddy shoes. Decisions, decisions...

I'm also going to take the opportunity to say two things: I am not digging VAB. I rather dislike it.

2: My neighbor has clearly never had the dog shit kicked out of him. I know this because he takes every opportunity to come down here and tell me my music is too loud at retarded hours (3pm on a saturday anyone?) yet I have to listen to him and the gaggle of people he has living with him stomp around upstairs like they're a herd of fucking elephants. AND, the last time he came down you couldn't hear my music over the goddamn low flying jets that fly over the apartment ALL THE FUCKING TIME.

And I can see you out there: Ac1d, its just a few jets. It can't be that bad.

Trust me. Everyone flies their jets right over us. Low enough that if the pilot busted ass, I can smell it. Its loud enough and often enough that there's a clause in our lease saying we cannot break it because of the jet noise. So... My point is. My music isn't too loud. I'm sitting four feet from the speakers and I can't hear it over the fucking jets. I know he can't. If he could he would've been down here a helluva lot sooner when I was blasting (hed) p.e. instead of choosing to come down when it switched over to Sick Puppies. Maybe he doesn't like Sick Puppies?

Oh well. Fuck him.

Watched "Watchmen" today. Great movie.

Rode all over the goddamn place with my cousin looking for something to do. All over the place included the Boardwalk in Virginia Beach. Which, normally isn't so bad, and yes, it was completely packed, however I have an aversion to dance clubs. Has nothing to do with the fact that I'm awkward at dancing at best, but more to the fact that I end up in some sort of fisticuffs.

I'm slowly cruising around looking for more pics to mess around with in PS. Yay. So if anyone reads this and has some suggestions let me know

Anyone in Virginia Beach area know of something to do?

Added two pics to a Fan Art Album. One of Miro and another of Riae. Boredom and new PS Brushes. Yay.

Ok, now I hate PETA as much as the next man, and this gave me one of those chuckles mixed with "Seriously what the fuck are you goddamn retards thinking?" that makes your left brain look at the right and demand suicide by swallowing a half gallon of battery acid followed up by smashing your head in with a hammer until you smell bananas.


Got this off yahoo. For the un-lazy (yes thats a word I just invented it) among us here's the link:

Communist PETA

Note the word "Communist" Fun stuff.


For those too lazy to click shit:

NEW YORK &#8211; The granddaughter of Cuban revolutionary leader Ernesto "Che" Guevara is at the forefront of another revolution &#8212; for vegetarianism.

Lydia Guevara poses semi-nude in a PETA campaign that tells viewers to "join the vegetarian revolution," said PETA spokesman Michael McGraw.

The print campaign is expected to debut in October in magazines and posters, McGraw said. It will be launched first in Argentina, where Che Guevara was born, and then internationally. PETA approached the 24-year-old in recent months after finding out she was a vegetarian, McGraw said.

In the ad, Lydia Guevara wears camouflage pants, a red beret, and bandoliers of baby carrots while standing with one fist on her hip and the other outstretched.

"It very much evokes the tag line of the ad, which is 'Join the vegetarian revolution,'" McGraw said. "It's an homage of sorts to her late grandfather."

Che Guevara was a Marxist leader who played a pivotal role in Fidel Castro's rise to power in Cuba. He was executed in Bolivia in 1967.

The ad is PETA's first campaign promoting vegetarianism in South America.

"We say the best way to save animals is not to eat them," McGraw said.

He said others who have promoted vegetarianism for PETA include Paul McCartney, Forest Whittaker and Alicia Silverstone.

Now, pay attention to the part about 'it very much evokes the tag line of the ad...' and of particular note: It's an homage of sorts to her late grandfather.

Yes those morons at PETA must be so overwhelmed with joy and jerking themselves into a frenzy of vegan ejaculatation over the brillianance behind this. Everyone with 1/10 of a goddamn brain finds these repulsive hippie motherfuckers, well, repulsive. How do they go on the offensive and change that view? BY PAYING HOMAGE TO A GODDAMN MARXIST! :suspect:

My brain hurts now...

You know, I just realized I don't actually have a photo up in here yet. O.o Not sure why not.
I'll try to work on that....


Any any event:

The life of Ac1d has gotten a lot more interesting. Moved from South Carolina (which is akin to living in the crack of a grossly obese man with a perpetual case of swamp ass) to Virginia Beach, Virginia.

All for the family. I got a cousin here who might as well be my older brother, and his wife is deploying to Iraq in a few weeks. So, I'm here to help with his four minions and not be in SC anymore. It's been a little bit of an adjustment.

During the move Windows decided my computer is not worthy and completely crashed. God bless regular back ups. The crash was bad enough I now have a dual boot system: One with Ubuntu (a Linux OS for those not in the know) and another for a BRAND NEW COPY of Windows Vista. Sadly, I do a lot of digital photo work, and Photoshop does not work with Linux, so I'm tied to Windows until something changes. Not to mention my building in second life (the SL Linux viewer crashes after about 20 minutes) and Gimp, Linux's crappy version of photoshop, is well... crappy.

But yeah. Also, seeing some of the fan art around here. Once I get up and running I think I'll do some stuff and post it here. Might be fun.

In the meantime I'm going to try to stay more active around here, and I won't be mugging any homeless people anytime soon.

Fucking hell.

So. I have come to an earth shattering conclusion. Back pain is bad.

In other news: I'm finally getting out of South Carolina! If you've never been here. I'll give you a simple process to get the full effect of a visit to the Palmetto State. It's pretty simple:

1. Find a large hammer or mallet made of metal.
2. Beat your face and genitals with the above instrument for at least 45 minutes.
3. Preheat your oven to 375 degrees and make out with the racks once it reaches the required temperature.
4. Last, for the full effect, use feces and salt to cover all of your wounds.

That, gentle reader, is an idea what its like to be in South Carolina. SC Fun Fact: Nearly 40% of the population does NOT have a High School Diploma. So, whenever anyone asks me, "Do you think you're better than me?" I invariably reply, "Did you graduate high school?" If they answer with a, "No." My response is pretty straight forward, "Why yes. Yes I do think I'm better than you."

How can I come to such an elitist conclusion? Anyone that has been out of high school for more than a month can tell you how easy it was. I'm convinced I graduated by fucking anything with a skirt and occasionally doing homework. Never under-estimate the power of a highly motivated penis with an agenda. O.o

So, Virginia Beach here I come. Now, I'm sure I'll find things I hate there just as much. However I'm hoping bikini clad tourists will offset the suckage (not to be confused with genital suckage which is pretty cool).

Also, add to the wonderful world of retail. My company changed our return policy a month ago, and the illiterates are coming out of the woodwork like crazy demanding refunds for crap they've had for 4 months. Baffled by the fact that we don't honor Manufacturer's Warranties (seriously, its not a Retailer's Warranty, why would you be able to bring it back to me after four fucking months when your dumb ass kid spilled his fucking juice box in it and fried out your printer).

Well, that is all. Keeping with tradition I'll end this the same way I try to end all of my blogs.

Fuckers.