I drop on Mordor into a skirmish and watch the three lances form up into a blob. They're a determined bunch and I'm not going to debate the pros and cons of blobbing on Mordor and dutifully accompany them on their quest...
I then watch 9 of the drop composite hurd themselves up at one of the PUG zapper entrances and watch in horror as they bunch up, shoulder to shoulder and butt to belly and witness the systematic slaughter of those teammates... with little I could do to stop the carnage.
I and two others break off and vainly try to flank but are simply focused down by direct fire and a LRM deluge.
No offense to the players in that match but seriously... Word of advice: Never-ever blob up in an entrance to the PUG zapper and God forbid if you do... have the nuts to push through so the rest of the team has a chance to take a few shots before getting mowed down by focus fire.

That match was such an odd mixture of humor, horror and sadness... I'm not sure even a pound of bacon might remedy it...

Edited by Egomane, 24 April 2014 - 11:56 PM.