CELESTA AUNGM
Kang Lo Directorate
Gallente Federation
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Posted - 2014.07.03 17:24:00 -
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Sorry guys, but IGÇÖm afraid I never have nightmares in Dust. 
IGÇÖve been playing a year + 1 month... and STILL this game can at any moment crack me up with belly laughs and leave me reeling on the floor so funny I canGÇÖt move my character straight for the rest of the match:
One of my last random matches began like this... I make my first appearance on the Skirmish map, my FIRST spawn on the map.
After a moment of silence to check my objective locations and get my bearings, I step out from the CRU area toward some open sky, AND A CALDARI DROPSHIP SLAMS NOSE-FIRST INTO THE DIRT TEN STEPS IN FRONT OF ME,  AND ON IMPACT A MERCGÇÖS BODY BOUNCES LIKE RUBBER OUT OF THE VEHICLE AND THUMPS DEAD ON THE GROUND BESIDE THE BURNING DS! ....
What a way to START a match!! If I were a Newberry to this game, I would run back behind the CRUGÇöI wouldnGÇÖt want to take another step out into this game. The shock and terror would have been too great for a first-timer. I couldnGÇÖt stop laughing!
(Those who donGÇÖt do dropships donGÇÖt know it, but thereGÇÖs a brief opportunity to leap out of your destroyed DS as itGÇÖs falling---but thereGÇÖs only one chance to time your exit JUST right, and three ways to die in the attempt, and this poor merc tried and failed right before my eyes. Oh my eyes! )
My ONLY death in that match finally came when our team had redlined the enemy into the structure housing the last Null Cannon objective.
WeGÇÖd already fought with hand-weapons alone (no HAV came to support at all----WTF?) and we hacked the Null. But a red-uplink was still functioning somewhere on the other side of the building, so my buddies chose to go and camp on the uplink.
....I disdainfully decided I didnGÇÖt need to be part of that massacre of helpless reds(yeah, there's something mentally WRONG with my thinking sometimes  , so I let my fellow players all go on and have fun without me.... considered the fight over... reloaded my guns....
... heard a friendly HAV (FINALLY, NOW you show up?---forget it, you came too lateGÇöwe donGÇÖt need you now, Gomer Pyle!)...
And as I let the HAV roll past me on my right... in drops a locus grenade two meters in front of me (from a desperate red merc who has probably already died during his blind throw).
I calmly saw the grenade fall near me, calmly knew I had plenty of time to simply strafe-slide out of its blast range----calmly moved to my right with veteran skill... and bumped into that DARN HAV that had arrived too late and decided to park its caboose right beside me. ...BANG
. ...fudge. FUDGE-FUDGE-FUDGE-FUDGE-FUDGE...MOTHER-FUDGE!!!
No... I never have nightmares.
Universe of good wishes for the 49, especially CCP Eterne...
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