The black screen is one of the worst ever (post beta) bugs, it makes it very difficult to get a good game as whilst you may not be affected half you team might be, only to quit the game

And with a matchmaking that doesn't fill matches back up this gets old quickly

I see a lot of "most likely" in that post when we have no reason to believe anything is happening.

I don't give a crap about a stupid event right now...I want to be able to play the Fing game the way its meant to be played....

Be patient you say....patience has never been my strong suit, then again, I have been very patient with the complacency fluttering around the forums lately. So yes, i am still patient, salty but patient.

hah

'strong suit'

haha

Kudos, Goldie.
I've played Dust 514 steadily but patiently since the release date.

For a free game?GǪ

For a game that's so free, I can play it for 2 years if I want with full features unlocked, while the Eve-Online players only get theirs free WITH LIMITATIONS on 70% of the character career optionsGǪ

For a game that's so boldly anti-establishment, that the fps-collectors said it would die in 6 monthsGǪ

For a game that started with ZERO trading, and now has surpassed what even the EVE Capsuleers can do with player-to-player exchangesGǪ

For a game that used to make every player feel like she was too much rubbish to ever get skilled at THIS title--that held your attention and kept you coming back simply because it kept kicking you to the curb, humiliating you with laughter, and then undoing it's pants and tinkling on you while you lay on the ground like Charlie BrownGǪ

GǪThis game has come a long Odyssus journey, and was a lot of rare fun for me. It is finally worthy of the full name, Eve-DUST 514. Bum holes in a map, and glitch screens are easy for me to tolerate.


Not being sarcastic, but being wholly serious, I often wish a glitch would come up that restore the harshness and uphill difficulty of the original Dust versions. Back then, the nearly unsurvivable mercilessness of the game's design pushed more head-shakers away (or maybe pushed them away in a shorter period of time), and left only the insanely stubborn of us to close our mouths, chew the sand, and fill most of the seats with comfortable longterm gladiators.

Now that the game is "softer" (BELIEVE me, you're playing a much powdered and diapered version of Dust right now), the type of player who would have and stinky-up the place with more complaints than the folks who sit in first-class on the airplanes.

I'll continue to fly Coach. So pass me another room-temperature can of Quafe, Goldie. The best may be yet to come.