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0-3, 3-1, 3-0
We kicked their heads in, and to top it off, plugged in the headset and threw their own comments back at them in crap, sarcas**tic American accents.
GREAT Britain - 1
Yankee Doodles - 0
Booyah!
The best you can really do in my situation before is exactly what I did - run at one of the slower mechs and hope that something gives you an opening. It was obvious that these guys I was against never played together before - those few times they killed me, I could hear them whining at eachother because one would take the powerups despite one of the others needing it more.
Other guy on my team didn't fare nearly aswell though (reverse the deaths and kills I got to get a rough idea).
Top Spin never really interested me, although it's great fun smashing cocky opponents online.
Halo demo online on the PC - Was on Blood Gulch CTF, sniper rifle, right hill area, active camoflague.
Slaughtered the red team 5 times over, every one headshotted. I was on fire, and they were 'waaa! leave us alone!'
So I carried on.
Anyway - right at the last second before the guy started the game, a person who was supposed to be on my team changed to the other team. So now we have 5 vs 3. The game starts and both my team mates are dropped. I was in a pretty passive mood so I decided to just play anyway. I was a Mad Cat and I was against a Ragnarok, Owens, Belial, Atlas and a Mad Cat. It was in that River City place.
I killed Owens straight away, but the others managed to get into decent positions and I took a shedload of ammo into me and died within seconds. Of course they quickly got themselves to my spawn point and just waited for me to respawn so they could just pound on me straight away.
I was killed about 4 times like this and of course they were all Yanks and started getting gobby with all the "hur, hur, you suck !" This started getting frustrating cause I'm a pretty decent Mech Assault player and hearing this crap they were giving me made me think "right, thats it, I'm gonna hand these mongs their ball sacks on a stick !"
I respawned and immediatly attacked the Owens - at the same time I ran upto the Atlas while keeping an eye on where the others were. I got into a position where the heavier mechs were slamming all their shots into the Atlas more than me. Not just that, but I killed the Owens who went down right next to the Belial. This set off a chain reaction which killed 4 of them and left the last one (the Atlas), on his own and damaged enough for me to take out.
Of course this left me a ton of health recover items and weapon powerups. So while those donkey balls chewing gonads were coming back to my respawn point, I was more than ready for them. I didn't run out to them - I let them come to me. Of course the smaller mechs got to me first and just got a face full of missles and PPC shots. After 15 deaths overall for their team, they started to squeal like the stuck pigs they deserved to be. They finally got the idea to stick together and come after me all at once rather than a few running off ahead, but it still didn't help because of the powerups I had.
After receiving a full compliment of my laughing and skills with the English language, 2 of them dropped out moaning. The others didn't wanna play again after that.
Final score...
Lone English Superhero - 22
Yank Girls - 5
> GREAT Britain - 1
> Yankee Doodles - 0
>
> Booyah!
Haha.
I love you for this.
You've served (Get it) your country well.