Win, win, narrow loss but whatever. Couple more wins. FEELING GOOD. OK BED TIME. ONE MORE GAME TO WRAP THIS UP. 117DmgRolled. Didn't count. One more. Lurmed2DeathLoss. Didn't count... On my 4th game queue. Anyone else suffer from Lastgameritus?
Heh, naw. Not tonight. Just bad sleeping habits and a growing disappointment with Dragon Age Inquisition (I really, really dislike some of the controls used as it feels very console).
6th loss. About to take this nerd rage out on my cat. I just want to go to bed but not with a burning scowl. Edit: 7!! What is with this game and either going on a winning streak or just losing 10 in a row. I don't think I've ever gone win/loss/win/loss/loss/win/win/loss etc. I give up I have to go to bed, cold bitter and resentful.
Alas the struggle is real. Went on a frustrating losing streak, I think: "time to go in a good mech and clean house." Then I watch as my team dies around me......dang, and all I wanted was that one last point.
Comments like this make me very happy. Not since the days of Dragon Bowling has such a statement been uttered.
My baby woke me up at 4am so I did 2 drops and we won, but it was on Veridian Bog so it doesn't count. I'm still haunted by those 7-8 losses... My poor Jager, team dissolving around him. I need to remember the Seinfeld rule about making a great punch line but in mech warrior terms. Have a GREAT match? Log off!
Don't feel bad... I actually nerd-raged in a few matches. Now that I am not a moderator for PGI anymore I can pretty much say what I want without worrying about contradicting the company line. As long as I don't break the rules LOL and I did exclaim a few expletives this weekend 'fo 'sho!
Makes me feel better because I'm usually calm and whatevs... But 7-8 losses in a row with unbelievably terrible teams or my own misfortune ... My last game where I did some jumping jacks and Richard Simmons dances to get motivated for LAST game in the Dire Wolf I get spawned in the far lower city spawn river city and abandoned.. Last thing I saw were 2 srm stormcrows and 900 LRM's... The nerd rage was strong.
Ha! Love it Fherot! One of my last matches was me in my Centurion AH against a Diredouche in a 1v1 on Crimson Straight. I went over the saddle (from the water side) and found him just coming alive at his spawn point. He and I slugged it out like it was a back ally brawl; blow for blow. He was good, kept turning his CT away from me once I had him lit up there. The two of us must have looked like we were in a disco with all the torso twisting. I finally tricked him by switching up my combo and unloaded the SRMs only and waited for him to return fire, when he did I dropped the hammer on the BFG and smoked him. He congratulated me and I him (it was a well played duel) and then went to find an assist. ................................ and my fucking team had finished everyone else off before I could go and get the assist in. No point for me!!!! If there was a virtual table? I flipped it!
It gets worse when you're getting tired and playing worse... But need that point... I love those epic duels. One of my greatest 'last match of the night' was my lone survivor Wang vs a Stalker, Catapault, crit Atlas and a fresh Atlas on conquest Forest Colony. Came around corner and pulled sickly Atlas' heart out with my AC20 then did an epic torso twisting duel with the fresh Atlas around a rock in the water. I could feel the XL engine thumping in my chest. Managed to blow out his torso weapons with shots to rear and killed him but lost my cannon. The other 2 finally got in range to blast me and I took off for the tunnel after capping Epsilon to even bases out (we were ahead in points). Hid in cave till clock ticked and we win with Atlas cussing me out for being a Pay-to-Win ass. It's matches like that I think about when I get butt raped first minute of a match by 2 Firestarters and an Oxide and I want to copy over MWO files to a USB drive so I can swallow it and later send it to the Pacific.
Last game of the day and got my last point yes I know what I said before (blah hate this challenge won't play yadayada) but it wasn't THAT bad overall.. the grind was, however. Had some epic duels, close matches, cringe-inducing stomps, lurmpocalypse and brutal brawls. As a side-effect I'm in love with my Ember again...
I have bite marks on my keyboard... does this answer the OP? I didn't make it into the game on friday, I barely could play on saturday and only had 9 matchpoints. (Saturday was a good day.) Yesterday.... played a lot with my peeps. 6-7 games in a row a perfect win with kills/assists for everyone. Then all of a sudden, a dry spell... missed game after game by a little. Too slow to get the killing blow, lost by one Mech, got lurmed, got impatient and died after having 5 kills... you name the disaster, I've been there. Took me until 3:20am to get the 20. And then the suffering continued.... First the board would not actualize for at least 30min.... unsure if I really had the 20... I waited. (I can't play today) Then, after 1 million clicks... "Achieved"! Finally! YAY... hush, the neighbors are sleeping.... Sold my VTR-9S... WTF? Only 1.2Mil???? ARGH.. whatever.... bought my third Trebuchet with the earned money. But wait... where's my VTR-9S(C)? Update... Update? No? ARGH.... Restarting client... no redeeming items? DAFUQ? Re-checked my stats... it clearly says there that I mastered the f*#§ challenge.... NOOOOOOO! I want my bonus Victor.... Can't-go-to-bed-yet ... need-confirmation.... have-to-be-sure....I'm-hungry (thus the bite marks). Out of boredom and frustration I started to re-equip my assaults according to the quirks... took me 30min....(got a lot of 'em) still no Victor.... Just when I wanted to resign.... "redeeming items"..... 3:50am.... Going to bed? No fucking way! First I have to transfer my build to the (C)-variant... and while I'm at it... I could as well build up the new Trebuchet... Bed time: 05:30am... alarm goes off at 07:00am.... Still breathing.....
Felt really guilty about liking that as suddenly realised I was liking your pain.... oops! Been there too many times....
Heh, YLW is P2W? Since when? Even with Quirks, it still has felt lackluster compared to regular mechs...particularly because the paint job just screams "hey, fuck up my right arm and I'm toast" even more than a regular Cent does. As far as rage quitting...I really try not to. I try to have as much fun as I can...but sooner or later, my Common Sense starts tingling, and I can't help but try to direct a team to keep it from doing something stupid. This, naturally, gets ignored (again, stupid), and I get angry as I watch a game get flushed down the toilet. Now, for "just one more game", I'm pretty good with not doing it in MWO...but mainly because I play Civ 5 in comparison. There's no game designed to strip away your ability to fend for yourself better than Civ. I've missed meals playing that game...
An I did not mention that the scoreboard showed I succeed... but the challenge marker still showed 19 out of 20 for at least 10 more minutes. I don't have fingernails any more. No... not pain... it was fun. I didn't need the 9S but I just wanted to succeed, is all. But it reflects perfectly the OP. I know I have to quit... but somehow I can't. There'S always something I still need to do before logging off.
I never got my 20 points... Between not having much time to play and the worst run of luck I've ever had this was a miserable challenge. You should see how many red X's are on my challenge game list. My last game I dropped on my Dire Whale (should have stuck to my Jagers) and I was afk chasing cat for some reason since the queues were long. Came back and I had just powered up B4 by the ship river city night. Nearest teammate had just entered water so I wasn't too far behind. Start waddling across the base. HOLYFUQEXPLOSIONDBDJDN I'm cored red rear armor, incoming missile, pelted with machine guns. Firestarter, raven, spider and big stuff lurming. It must have looked like an enraged drunken fat chick in a pillow fight with 3 children she was babysitting while 2 more nerf gunned from the stairwell. It's my last game, have ye no mercy?! Well at least I denied that firestarter any future in that match and the Spider would never walk again. #RIPlastMatch151dmg Went to bed throwing my socks aggressively into the hamper and unbuttoning my shirt with white knuckles, clenched teeth were brushed before moodily sliding into bed and not saying good night to wife who made me log off. Nerd Rage Perfectform achieved.
