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[luigi256]

It is CW Friday so expect people to be on and wanting to do some CW drops! If all goes well we should get a few games in before the night ends.

[Nightmare1]

luigi256, on 08 January 2016 - 08:03 AM, said:

It is CW Friday so expect people to be on and wanting to do some CW drops! If all goes well we should get a few games in before the night ends.

Definitely looking forward to it!

[Nightmare1]

Those were some fantastic drops last night! Two wins and one loss, and we made money hand over fist!

The Brethren holds its CW Drop Night every Friday! Check us out to get in on the action!

[Nightmare1]

Disclaimer: Results vary by individual.

Okay, some of us had a conversation earlier in the week about grinding for C-bills and which mode is most effective for it. I stated that I felt like I obtained the most C-bills in the pugging queue while someone else said that CW provided the most. It got me to thinking and I decided to math it all out. To date, I've simply been going with my gut, but what if I was wrong?

So, the next time that I played MWO, I recorded my earnings for each match along with the start and end times for when I played. I also noted whether or not I was using Premium Time or Hero Mechs. This is what I found:

Group Queue:
Average earnings: 279.77 C-bills/second
Average matches: 4.66 matches/hour
Premium Time, no Heroes.

Solo Queue:
Average Earnings: 294.03 C-bills/second
Average matches: 6.46 matches/hour
Premium Time, no Heroes

CW on a winning streak:
Average earnings: 391.80 C-bills/second
Average matches: 1.59 matches/hour
Premium Time, with Heroes
Normalized to match the previous data with Premium Time only, CW earnings were: 321.81 C-bills/second

At a glance, it looks like CW is the best method to use for grinding C-bills, followed by solo pugging followed by the group queue. However, this is a little misleading since the data doesn't reflect the 300,000 C-bill bonus you get for winning a match. That CW data represents a win streak. What happens if you lose instead?

CW on a losing streak:
Average earnings: 155.56 C-bills/second
Average matches: 1.2 matches/hour
Premium Time, with Heroes.
No need to normalize this one.

What's interesting is to note that in the group queue and solo queue, it doesn't matter if you win or lose or have streaks of wins and losses because it all evens out in the long run. You can drop so many times, comparatively speaking, that the win streaks and the loss streaks nullify each other. It's also possible to earn nearly as much on a loss as you do on a win if you do well enough. CW is more of a feast or famine scenario though, since a significant majority of your earnings come from the 300,000 C-bill bonus you get from wins. If you don't get that bonus, then you're really just having a really good group game, but at a rate of play much lower than the group queue. As a result, you don't earn as much in the same amount of time.

So, basically, I've come to conclude this: CW is definitely the best mode to grind C-bills in if you can win consistently. If you can't consistently win, then you should grind C-bills elsewhere. That's not to say you shouldn't play CW; play it if that's what you enjoy! It's just that if you're grinding C-bills, there are more consistent modes to play that may yield better profits in the long run.

Personally speaking, our win streak last night has whet my appetite for more CW. However, unless I can be part of a large group, which increases the odds of winning, I won't be grinding in it for C-bills.

What do you guys think?

[Nightmare1]

No takers?

[CainenEX]

Hail fellow Swarthy Pirates. We of the Monitors salute thee, and bring potatoes and mead in tribute.
We were wondering if you would be up for some deadly skirmish games. I've also heard rumors of your "Turkey Shoot", and were interested in participating.

Also tell that delightful ******* OBPanda that we said hi

[Nightmare1]

CainenEX, on 10 January 2016 - 11:26 AM, said:

Hail fellow Swarthy Pirates. We of the Monitors salute thee, and bring potatoes and mead in tribute.
We were wondering if you would be up for some deadly skirmish games. I've also heard rumors of your "Turkey Shoot", and were interested in participating.

Also tell that delightful ******* OBPanda that we said hi

Hey Cainen! I will pass along your post to the rest of TBRN and also your message to Ob!

[CainenEX]

Nightmare1, on 10 January 2016 - 11:36 AM, said:

Hey Cainen! I will pass along your post to the rest of TBRN and also your message to Ob!

Sounds good! Hope to see you on the battlefield

[THE RONIN]

Welcome to the jungle.


Periphery Bandits INC
A worlds leader in the pillage and plunder industry
No rules.... No ranks... Just the Plank

Periphery Bandits will fight alongside the confederation. Message me in game to coordinate.

[Nightmare1]

Sounds good Ronin, thanks! We're always up for making new allies!

[Nightmare1]

Training Night is this Thursday! Be there or be square!

Every Thursday, The Brethren offers an optional Training Night for its pilots to help them hone their skills. Attendance is voluntary, so if you don't have the time or interest, then you aren't penalized at all for missing it.

Check us out at brethrenmwo.enjin.com!

[Night Fury76]

[Nightmare1]

The Cutthroat Cup is live! The Brethren are going to have a bloodbath for the next few weeks as teams of four battle it out to see which is the toughest, nastiest, and most Piratical of all The Brethren!

[Nightmare1]

Midnight Mishaps:

Our story begins on a cold, dark night. Our Hero was standing on the curb next to his pickup truck, fumbling around with stiff fingers for his truck's key ring. It was 12:30 AM and he was on his way home from a late night Chemical Process Design meeting with his peers. Everyone else was already in their warm vehicles, pulling out and leaving him in the silent chill. Finally, his gloved hands drew out the correct key ring and enabled him to enter his pickup, crank it, and bask in the warmth of its heater.

After a short drive, our Hero reached his own apartment complex. Tired, but in good spirits, he hefted his heavy backpack with one hand and climbed the winding staircase to his abode. The cold wind whipped through the long corridors, plucking at his clothes and stealing in through any chinks it could find in his winter armor. Again, and with stiff fingers, he fumbled with his keys, looking for the key ring for his apartment locks. Alas! It was not to be found! Bewildered, he ripped off his glove and plunged his hand into his pocket, rummaging around and searching for the missing ring. Out came the pocket knife, truck keys, knife sharpener, lip balm, and loose change that was wont to inhabit its dark confines, but no apartment keys were to be seen.

Concerned, he banged on the outer door, knowing that one of his roommates, a night owl, would still be up and about. Sure enough, the door opened a moment later with said roommate peeking cautiously around the edge of the door. Surprised, he threw it wide and allowed our cold Hero to take refuge from winter's prying fingers.

After a quick explanation, the roommate shuffled off to prepare for bed as our Hero unloaded his gear onto the living room floor. Puzzled, he searched the entire living room and kitchen thoroughly for his missing keys, retraced his steps to his truck, and ransacked the poor vehicle as he sought the absent items; for, though he had access to the apartment proper, he could not unlock and enter his private room. He could not get fresh clothes for the hot shower he craved. He could not collapse into the warm confines of his blankets upon the soft bed he so desperately needed. He was trapped within his own home.

Failing to find the keys, our Hero decided that he must have left them in his room when he unlocked it to search for a keyboard per his brother's request earlier in the evening. The request had been made as he was distracted and trying to leave to attend his meeting. Disappointed and desperate, our Hero's sleep addled mind attempted to concoct ways that may allow him to unlock the door or claim the keys which lay on his dresser beyond the stoic portal. There was a box of spaghetti in the cabinet, perhaps he could cook it up, tie the ends together, and lasso the keys on his dresser? What if he went down to his truck, got his tool kit, and took the door apart? Maybe he could go through the air vent above the door, reach down, and unlock it?

Each plan was discarded nearly as readily as it was conceived. Spaghetti couldn't lasso anything, after all. The door had nothing on its facing side for him to disassemble. The roof was too low and had no opening for him to access the air vent over the door. This went on until, frustrated, he plopped down on the sofa and wandered the Internet, unable to sleep.

Where his travels took him, none can say; not even him. He stumbled wearily from one Internet page to the next, searching for something, the likes of which he knew not what. He was dimly aware that he made some posts on a site called "The Brethren" and "MWO," the content of which, he is not certain. Eventually, he became tired enough that his eyes began to close, so he set the laptop aside, pulled on his heavy winter coat, and wrapped himself in the lone blanket which had made that room its home. As the cold air seeped into the room, creeping through the many windows and stealing across the vinyl sofa to chill his bones, our Hero, at long last, found sleep.

This glorious thing called sleep did not last long though. Scarcely four hours later, the roommate was back, cleaning his dishes from the night before and cooking himself breakfast in the noisiest manner imaginable. It was only due to our Hero's iron discipline, and incredible weariness which forbade him from moving, that he did not strangle the roommate and stuff his body in the trunk of his own Prius. The roommate, oblivious to our Hero's plight, trundled along in his morning duties, with all the incandescent and fluorescent lights on, the water running, dishes crashing, and coffee burbling. To his credit, our Hero tuned him out and managed to doze for close to another hour through sheer willpower alone.

At that point, the Hero's brother reentered the scene, chortling at our Hero's predicament, but not offering any words of comfort or help that may have eased the situation. Daggers, glared by our Hero, pinned the miscreant to the wall and chased him out the door as the little brother ran, yelping, off to school.

Exasperated but somewhat recharged after his short sleep, our Hero decided to make another attempt at gaining access to his room. He roused himself from the awful sofa, bones creaking and joints popping, crossed the room to the kitchen, and seized fork and knife from a drawer. With sleep comes clarity, and he now realized that what he needed was not some elaborate or clever contraption that could snake its way around his room to hunt for the hidden keys. Quite the opposite, all he needed was a simple tool to carefully jimmy the lock. A few short moments later, the beautiful click of the door lock turning could be heard, and our Hero burst into his room, triumphant as a returning Conqueror to his home kingdom. He looked down at his dresser, expecting to find the wayward keys, and was devastated to see their place empty. Shocked, he tore apart the apartment all over again, from top to bottom, room to room, searching in vain for the key ring, all to no avail!

Finally, in desperation, he recalled the events of the preceding night, when he fumbled so much with his pocket to get his truck keys. Could he have dropped his apartment keys then? There was only one way to know! With renewed vigor and hope, our Hero dashed off to his truck and raced back to his friend's apartment complex. He drove directly to where he had parked the night before and there, upon the cold, hard asphalt, lay the missing key ring!

Oh, happy day! Oh, joyous cause! The city bells rang and the people cheered as our Hero triumphantly made his way home, engine revving, music blaring, and grinning ear to ear. A calamity had been averted and all was again well with the world!

Now he just had to finish three or four major reports, talk to people at a billing department, negotiate for the return of a defective product with Amazon.com, and negotiate for the replacement of a missing item (also from Amazon.com), all on a mere four hours of sleep.

Oy, this is going to be one of those days...

[luigi256]

Nightmare1, on 14 January 2016 - 08:20 AM, said:

Midnight Mishaps:

Our story begins on a cold, dark night. Our Hero was standing on the curb next to his pickup truck, fumbling around with stiff fingers for his truck's key ring. It was 12:30 AM and he was on his way home from a late night Chemical Process Design meeting with his peers. Everyone else was already in their warm vehicles, pulling out and leaving him in the silent chill. Finally, his gloved hands drew out the correct key ring and enabled him to enter his pickup, crank it, and bask in the warmth of its heater.

After a short drive, our Hero reached his own apartment complex. Tired, but in good spirits, he hefted his heavy backpack with one hand and climbed the winding staircase to his abode. The cold wind whipped through the long corridors, plucking at his clothes and stealing in through any chinks it could find in his winter armor. Again, and with stiff fingers, he fumbled with his keys, looking for the key ring for his apartment locks. Alas! It was not to be found! Bewildered, he ripped off his glove and plunged his hand into his pocket, rummaging around and searching for the missing ring. Out came the pocket knife, truck keys, knife sharpener, lip balm, and loose change that was wont to inhabit its dark confines, but no apartment keys were to be seen.

Concerned, he banged on the outer door, knowing that one of his roommates, a night owl, would still be up and about. Sure enough, the door opened a moment later with said roommate peeking cautiously around the edge of the door. Surprised, he threw it wide and allowed our cold Hero to take refuge from winter's prying fingers.

After a quick explanation, the roommate shuffled off to prepare for bed as our Hero unloaded his gear onto the living room floor. Puzzled, he searched the entire living room and kitchen thoroughly for his missing keys, retraced his steps to his truck, and ransacked the poor vehicle as he sought the absent items; for, though he had access to the apartment proper, he could not unlock and enter his private room. He could not get fresh clothes for the hot shower he craved. He could not collapse into the warm confines of his blankets upon the soft bed he so desperately needed. He was trapped within his own home.

Failing to find the keys, our Hero decided that he must have left them in his room when he unlocked it to search for a keyboard per his brother's request earlier in the evening. The request had been made as he was distracted and trying to leave to attend his meeting. Disappointed and desperate, our Hero's sleep addled mind attempted to concoct ways that may allow him to unlock the door or claim the keys which lay on his dresser beyond the stoic portal. There was a box of spaghetti in the cabinet, perhaps he could cook it up, tie the ends together, and lasso the keys on his dresser? What if he went down to his truck, got his tool kit, and took the door apart? Maybe he could go through the air vent above the door, reach down, and unlock it?

Each plan was discarded nearly as readily as it was conceived. Spaghetti couldn't lasso anything, after all. The door had nothing on its facing side for him to disassemble. The roof was too low and had no opening for him to access the air vent over the door. This went on until, frustrated, he plopped down on the sofa and wandered the Internet, unable to sleep.

Where his travels took him, none can say; not even him. He stumbled wearily from one Internet page to the next, searching for something, the likes of which he knew not what. He was dimly aware that he made some posts on a site called "The Brethren" and "MWO," the content of which, he is not certain. Eventually, he became tired enough that his eyes began to close, so he set the laptop aside, pulled on his heavy winter coat, and wrapped himself in the lone blanket which had made that room its home. As the cold air seeped into the room, creeping through the many windows and stealing across the vinyl sofa to chill his bones, our Hero, at long last, found sleep.

This glorious thing called sleep did not last long though. Scarcely four hours later, the roommate was back, cleaning his dishes from the night before and cooking himself breakfast in the noisiest manner imaginable. It was only due to our Hero's iron discipline, and incredible weariness which forbade him from moving, that he did not strangle the roommate and stuff his body in the trunk of his own Prius. The roommate, oblivious to our Hero's plight, trundled along in his morning duties, with all the incandescent and fluorescent lights on, the water running, dishes crashing, and coffee burbling. To his credit, our Hero tuned him out and managed to doze for close to another hour through sheer willpower alone.

At that point, the Hero's brother reentered the scene, chortling at our Hero's predicament, but not offering any words of comfort or help that may have eased the situation. Daggers, glared by our Hero, pinned the miscreant to the wall and chased him out the door as the little brother ran, yelping, off to school.

Exasperated but somewhat recharged after his short sleep, our Hero decided to make another attempt at gaining access to his room. He roused himself from the awful sofa, bones creaking and joints popping, crossed the room to the kitchen, and seized fork and knife from a drawer. With sleep comes clarity, and he now realized that what he needed was not some elaborate or clever contraption that could snake its way around his room to hunt for the hidden keys. Quite the opposite, all he needed was a simple tool to carefully jimmy the lock. A few short moments later, the beautiful click of the door lock turning could be heard, and our Hero burst into his room, triumphant as a returning Conqueror to his home kingdom. He looked down at his dresser, expecting to find the wayward keys, and was devastated to see their place empty. Shocked, he tore apart the apartment all over again, from top to bottom, room to room, searching in vain for the key ring, all to no avail!

Finally, in desperation, he recalled the events of the preceding night, when he fumbled so much with his pocket to get his truck keys. Could he have dropped his apartment keys then? There was only one way to know! With renewed vigor and hope, our Hero dashed off to his truck and raced back to his friend's apartment complex. He drove directly to where he had parked the night before and there, upon the cold, hard asphalt, lay the missing key ring!

Oh, happy day! Oh, joyous cause! The city bells rang and the people cheered as our Hero triumphantly made his way home, engine revving, music blaring, and grinning ear to ear. A calamity had been averted and all was again well with the world!

Now he just had to finish three or four major reports, talk to people at a billing department, negotiate for the return of a defective product with Amazon.com, and negotiate for the replacement of a missing item (also from Amazon.com), all on a mere four hours of sleep.

Oy, this is going to be one of those days...

Mostly because I'm at work right now and cannot/shouldn't be doing random online stuff lol.

[Nightmare1]

luigi256, on 14 January 2016 - 08:27 AM, said:

Mostly because I'm at work right now and cannot/shouldn't be doing random online stuff lol.

ROFL

[Creag]

Salute and Honour to the team

[2Cats]

So, the Cutthroat Cup is real........
There will be much blood and shredding of mechs.......

[Nightmare1]

Yes Cats, that there shall be.

Mwa-ha-ha-ha!

[Nightmare1]

TBRN's CW Drop Night starts in just a little over an hour from now! Hit us up for some FRR action!