

The Archer Hate For This Event Is Real
#21
Posted 24 March 2016 - 01:05 PM
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The ECMs and Raderps of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take SRMs against a Sea of troubles,
And by brawling end them.
#22
Posted 24 March 2016 - 01:16 PM
Lugh, on 24 March 2016 - 12:57 PM, said:
The event is barely started. I don't even have 10 matches total, let alone in a single variant. I suspect I'm not alone in that.
#23
Posted 24 March 2016 - 01:20 PM
Xavori, on 24 March 2016 - 01:16 PM, said:
Yep, people QQed about Rifleman's scores on the first day too. They shut up after the event ended.
#24
Posted 24 March 2016 - 03:00 PM
#25
Posted 24 March 2016 - 03:16 PM
Xavori, on 24 March 2016 - 01:16 PM, said:
The event is barely started. I don't even have 10 matches total, let alone in a single variant. I suspect I'm not alone in that.
I don't even have any Archers and have just finished all the personal challenges for those of use without it. EVENT COMPLETED!...Now what do I do?
#26
Posted 24 March 2016 - 03:23 PM
Whose lurm was so much, you couldn't duck it.
And as he pulled on the trigger,
His epeen got bigger.
And all his opponents said "LRMS OP! NERF NOW!"
#27
Posted 24 March 2016 - 03:23 PM
Wiley Coyote, on 24 March 2016 - 03:16 PM, said:
Heh. The personal challenges went way fast. Even the KMD part using nothing but various Archers was done in 7 matches.
#28
Posted 24 March 2016 - 04:20 PM
And blood cold as ice cubes
He shouted with glee
As he went weapons free
"I PWN ALL U LAME AZZ NOOBS!"
#29
Posted 24 March 2016 - 05:12 PM
#30
Posted 24 March 2016 - 05:20 PM
problem is that its signature weapon system is worthless
#31
Posted 24 March 2016 - 05:31 PM
Thunderbird Anthares, on 24 March 2016 - 05:20 PM, said:
problem is that its signature weapon system is worthless
Yeah.
I've played a few of the Clan "not great" mechs. They can still work. The Archer is disappointment on two legs. It's main weapon is useless past tier 4, The hit boxes are whack and the quirks are an insult to everyone who paid REAL money for them.
#32
Posted 24 March 2016 - 06:01 PM
My cousin Mansdottir? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our State loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from Rasalhague:
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Mansdottir, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Magnusson the Elected Prince, Miraborg and Sveinsson,
Warwick and Minuit, Salisbury and Mannerheim,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in Rasalhague now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
#35
Posted 24 March 2016 - 06:50 PM
For Archers sake with bated breath I wait.
Youth's dreams given light and weight.
Yet bitter disappoint twas my fate.
Oh the Russ.
Lo the Russ.
His primitive fear of yon twinkle lights.
Streams of fire and smoke.
Doth sky would choke.
Men would cringe what my fire would wrought.
Crush them crush the people would scream.
Past youth joy tis still but a dream.
Oh the Russ
Lo the Russ.
Upon his neck I could..............
Edited by Novakaine, 24 March 2016 - 06:54 PM.
#36
Posted 24 March 2016 - 06:53 PM

#37
Posted 24 March 2016 - 07:03 PM
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