DUST Search - Shut up you moronic AVers that complain about tanks

Daddrobit wrote:

Dovallis Martan JenusKoll wrote:

Daddrobit wrote:

And milita is literally incapable of killing any tank without the

*stares at my militia forge fit.*
*stops listening to Daddrobit*

Wow... I mean what? I blow them to pieces and you don't? No damage mods either.
Ds3 pad, no AA, and I usually practice vs Dropships...

Do you not set up your target?
Do you not track your shots?
Do you just not try aiming? --- seriously a lot of Swarm users don't even bother learning to track a target.
Do you only engage at the far end of your AV weapon?
Can you not predict the (simplistic and very few) paths that a vehicle MUST take to get between targets?

I'm just wondering what the REAL issue is.

Look kiddo, if you're gonna make a reply to a comment, actually reading the comments you're replying to is generally considered the best practice. But in case it's just a personal comprehension disability, allow me to help you explain what was being covered a la the more simple style of a book by Dr Seuss.

The Tanker and the Swarms
By:Daddrobit

Our fun little story will follow the dear Mr. Feind, self proclaimed Demigod!
And though it might not have been true, to cross his logic meant going to his firing squad.

But what Mr Fiend hated above all else was AV, and he despised it with such rancor!
Yes it was patently obvious, (How could you miss it?) that this man was a self entitled tanker.

He cried on the forums, "One Swarm Two Swarm Three Swarm Four"
"From Standard to Officer, they hurt me so bad, I just can't take it any more!"

"And who can forget Militia, oh such a horrible, devious, terrible beast!"
"Yes my hardeners may have been down, but I should still get away at least?"

"Who cares about things like balance, fun, or engaging gameplay?"
"I'm in a tank for goodness sakes! And I am here to stay!"

Oh yes he thought so very highly of himself, and he imagined it in so much blazing Glory,
That he never expected, (t'was completely unforeseen) that he was not actually the hero of this story...

For here it is that he does enter, the clone who calls himself Daddy
Much to the despair of his victims, certainly seeing him makes them very unhappy

"But wait," Daddy cried, "Stop yourself and hold long enough to let me speak."
"Why would you go and attack someone when you know you yourself are very weak?"

"And militia swarms aren't nearly such a beast. Surely there were a million ways to survive"
"If you died going against a man using militia swarms, then you must have been taking a dive"

"Even basic gives you plenty of time to run away. The first shots are merely a ticklish warning"
"Eight seconds later is when you finally get into trouble, and after that is when you can really begin your mourning."

"But what were you doing in all of that time? Did you not know that tanks go in reverse?"
"If you simply start driving away, the swarms will become impotent, and then you won't have to open up your purse."

"it must be hard to think about what I'm saying, so let me make it more simple before you start singing the blues"
"Don't engage things when you know you can't win, and don't field what you can not afford to lose.

And thus content and satisfied, Daddy sat back, waiting for a reply, reclining in his chair,
Hoping that the next response from a tanker wouldn't be one that would make him tug out all of his hair.

The End

There, is that easier for you to understand?

Now do not further antagonize me or I shall be forced to compose a Hynox-esque Novella between yourself, Maximus, Bad Furry, an Ion Cannon, and AV grenades...


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Ghost Kaisar Fatal Absolution 12	Posted - 2015.08.13 15:54:00 - [1] - Quote Daddrobit wrote: Dovallis Martan JenusKoll wrote: Daddrobit wrote: And milita is literally incapable of killing any tank without the stares at my militia forge fit. stops listening to Daddrobit Wow... I mean what? I blow them to pieces and you don't? No damage mods either. Ds3 pad, no AA, and I usually practice vs Dropships... Do you not set up your target? Do you not track your shots? Do you just not try aiming? --- seriously a lot of Swarm users don't even bother learning to track a target. Do you only engage at the far end of your AV weapon? Can you not predict the (simplistic and very few) paths that a vehicle MUST take to get between targets? I'm just wondering what the REAL issue is. Look kiddo, if you're gonna make a reply to a comment, actually reading the comments you're replying to is generally considered the best practice. But in case it's just a personal comprehension disability, allow me to help you explain what was being covered a la the more simple style of a book by Dr Seuss. The Tanker and the Swarms By:Daddrobit Our fun little story will follow the dear Mr. Feind, self proclaimed Demigod! And though it might not have been true, to cross his logic meant going to his firing squad. But what Mr Fiend hated above all else was AV, and he despised it with such rancor! Yes it was patently obvious, (How could you miss it?) that this man was a self entitled tanker. He cried on the forums, "One Swarm Two Swarm Three Swarm Four" "From Standard to Officer, they hurt me so bad, I just can't take it any more!" "And who can forget Militia, oh such a horrible, devious, terrible beast!" "Yes my hardeners may have been down, but I should still get away at least?" "Who cares about things like balance, fun, or engaging gameplay?" "I'm in a tank for goodness sakes! And I am here to stay!" Oh yes he thought so very highly of himself, and he imagined it in so much blazing Glory, That he never expected, (t'was completely unforeseen) that he was not actually the hero of this story... For here it is that he does enter, the clone who calls himself Daddy Much to the despair of his victims, certainly seeing him makes them very unhappy "But wait," Daddy cried, "Stop yourself and hold long enough to let me speak." "Why would you go and attack someone when you know you yourself are very weak?" "And militia swarms aren't nearly such a beast. Surely there were a million ways to survive" "If you died going against a man using militia swarms, then you must have been taking a dive" "Even basic gives you plenty of time to run away. The first shots are merely a ticklish warning" "Eight seconds later is when you finally get into trouble, and after that is when you can really begin your mourning." "But what were you doing in all of that time? Did you not know that tanks go in reverse?" "If you simply start driving away, the swarms will become impotent, and then you won't have to open up your purse." "it must be hard to think about what I'm saying, so let me make it more simple before you start singing the blues" "Don't engage things when you know you can't win, and don't field what you can not afford to lose. And thus content and satisfied, Daddy sat back, waiting for a reply, reclining in his chair, Hoping that the next response from a tanker wouldn't be one that would make him tug out all of his hair. The End There, is that easier for you to understand? Now do not further antagonize me or I shall be forced to compose a Hynox-esque Novella between yourself, Maximus, Bad Furry, an Ion Cannon, and AV grenades... That's actually a pretty decent poem. Currently listening to: Tsukihime OST Re-Retired PC Scout. I miss the old days ;_;