Second game on US Servers and everyone got disconnected. We managed to rejoin but are currently all stuck in the battle initialization screen.

Still got 26 people in the que.

We were kicking ass before the disconnect, for what it is worth.

The Empire was most shamefully disgraced. Quite handily and summarily defeated in every match. This is what happens when one spawns into battle on a team of nothing but heavies and not a single logi with a repping tool in sight. This is what happens when you clone fops, dandies, and trust fund kids that have never even had to lift a fork to feed themselves (much less fight a battle) as soldiers for war.

I swear by all that is holy one idiot asked the way to the 13th hole and if I had seen his caddy while driving by recklessly in an LAV which he insisted on calling a "golf cart, what, what!" Did not even stop to give my fat rear end a ride to the objective point. And of course by that time we had reached our vehicle limit.

Sickening. A disgrace. Fighting on foot for Amarr was different in my day. Before the whole thing was made into a frivolous folly by this new cloning technology. In my day you died once. And that was it. Game over. Don't know what the Empress was thinking handing out the "heeby jeeby" free versions of these implants to all and sundry.

Now I must return to my palatial estate and have my body slaves prepare a hot bath and my faithful bottle slave uncork a rare vintage, so that I may soak away my shame and sob quietly to myself while re-watching some episodes of my favorite space operas.

The Empire was most shamefully disgraced. Quite handily and summarily defeated in every match. This is what happens when one spawns into battle on a team of nothing but heavies and not a single logi with a repping tool in sight. This is what happens when you clone fops, dandies, and trust fund kids that have never even had to lift a fork to feed themselves (much less fight a battle) as soldiers for war.

I swear by all that is holy one idiot asked the way to the 13th hole and if I had seen his caddy while driving by recklessly in an LAV which he insisted on calling a "golf cart, what, what!" Did not even stop to give my fat rear end a ride to the objective point. And of course by that time we had reached our vehicle limit.

Sickening. A disgrace. Fighting on foot for Amarr was different in my day. Before the whole thing was made into a frivolous folly by this new cloning technology. In my day you died once. And that was it. Game over. Don't know what the Empress was thinking handing out the "heeby jeeby" free versions of these implants to all and sundry.

Now I must return to my palatial estate and have my body slaves prepare a hot bath and my faithful bottle slave uncork a rare vintage, so that I may soak away my shame and sob quietly to myself while re-watching some episodes of my favorite space operas.

heheh good read thanks man +1

heheh good read thanks man +1

I'm not sure if our corp went 2-4 or 4-2. i know we won US matches 2 and 3 and lost EU match 3 but beyond that I've heard conflicting things.

Don't know about EU match 1 but we lost EU match 2 & 3
Don't know about US match 1 but we won US match 2 & 3

Also, nice 41-1! I witnessed that greatness.

Crux lost their last match. On full release, avoid Crux like the plague. I was apparently the only one even attempting to do the objectives, while the rest of my team kill-farmed to their hearts' content. The final scoreboard showed it, too. Crux guys had big kill counts and the other team had horrible ratios, but they still won.

**** you, Crux.

Yes, I mad.

Crux lost their last match. On full release, avoid Crux like the plague. I was apparently the only one even attempting to do the objectives, while the rest of my team kill-farmed to their hearts' content. The final scoreboard showed it, too. Crux guys had big kill counts and the other team had horrible ratios, but they still won.

**** you, Crux.

Yes, I mad.

Crux Special Tasks Group lost the first 4 matches, and won the last two, with nearly the entire team from the first four being replaced by competent players. And yes, I was one of the competent players joining in in those last two matches.

So Crux went 2-4.

The Empire was most shamefully disgraced. Quite handily and summarily defeated in every match. This is what happens when one spawns into battle on a team of nothing but heavies and not a single logi with a repping tool in sight. This is what happens when you clone fops, dandies, and trust fund kids that have never even had to lift a fork to feed themselves (much less fight a battle) as soldiers for war.

I swear by all that is holy one idiot asked the way to the 13th hole and if I had seen his caddy while driving by recklessly in an LAV which he insisted on calling a "golf cart, what, what!" Did not even stop to give my fat rear end a ride to the objective point. And of course by that time we had reached our vehicle limit.

Sickening. A disgrace. Fighting on foot for Amarr was different in my day. Before the whole thing was made into a frivolous folly by this new cloning technology. In my day you died once. And that was it. Game over. Don't know what the Empress was thinking handing out the "heeby jeeby" free versions of these implants to all and sundry.

Now I must return to my palatial estate and have my body slaves prepare a hot bath and my faithful bottle slave uncork a rare vintage, so that I may soak away my shame and sob quietly to myself while re-watching some episodes of my favorite space operas.

Crux just won the 3rd match.

kelkoons, 3-0, again...