My whine for the day titled "The day I sucked the most"
Been working on mastering my Jenner and Warhawk chassis~ just picked up the Jenner D and kit it out. I figure "what the hell, I'll throw a NARC on it and raise some hell." First match at Crimson Straits, I sneak up behind the enemy team and NARC a jester that's paying way too much attention to the upper pad. Clearly, I'm not paying enough attention either because next thing I know I'm immediately legged and then blown to bits by two Assaults that popped out of the tunnel entrance behind me. *facepalm*
Two more games like this and I'm like "Today is clearly not a Jenner day for me. I'll just continue working on eliting my Warhawk. That will cheer me up"
Well, this one is even better. I hop into my Prime (which I'm running almost stock~ blew all my fluid cash on kitting out the Jenner) and drop into Canyon. I'm up on a hill and whadya know? A Spider 5K comes bombing around the corner. I blast him and leg him immediately (feeling great at this point after what happened because of my stupidity in the Jenner earlier).....and shutdown from overheating. I'm helpless as I watch him limp his was towards a drop off. I cool off enough and start back up. In my panic that he might get away I let loose another PPC volley, which misses.... and I overheat again... Now he is dangerously close to the edge. I start back up, growling at my monitor that "got that little f-er NOW," aim, shoot, and MISS AGAIN as he drops over the edge... So now I'm starting to rage. I'm like "There's NO WAY he can escape me." My pride is on the line so I go charging off the cliff after him...
... only to see him jumpjetting back up as I'm going down. I turn, fire.... and miss again. Overheat to boot. Now I'm practically spitting all over the place. My cat is long gone from her usual spot in the crook of my arm (she likes watching MWO; blessed creature lol) due to my irrational agitation at THIS F-ING SPIDER THAT WON'T DIE.
Anyway, now I come back online, see him poke his head over the top to look at me. I shoot, miss (***sigh****) and find some small comfort in the fact that a teammate comes along and one-shots him from behind at that exact moment.
Took me a minute to find my way to a place I could get back up to the wall. The game finishes 12-11 with an awesome showdown at C3. Then I quit for the day, acknowledging that today is just a day of suck for me, and I'm better off drinking beers on the back porch.
*Edited to remove blatent derpy mistake
Edited by DustySkunk, 07 July 2014 - 01:33 PM.