We all like validation. Even when the validation has to be manufactured just for us to have it to like.
If you’ve been saying that THEY are going to send drones to get us, and the sky suddenly fills with drones, some part of you that isn’t the running-and-screaming part is gonna be pretty dang satisfied that you were, no doubt about it, absolutely right.
Until the drones either GET you, or they turn out not to have anything to do with you at all. In both THOSE situations (frankly, the two outcomes that constitute 99% of all the outcomes) you’re not gonna be happy. Makes you wonder, really, why you were so worked up about it in the first place.
Aww, poor Mr. Biner. If you can’t play the game you want, try for something else. I think he should play paintball. I really do.
As for that formation of drones. Dang. Syncrhonous, nice and tight formation. The operators are on form!
I think a LOT of people are playing “panic for the wrong reasons,” Mr. Biner. How about we aim thirty paintball guns at you, and you panic for the right ones?
Panic? Are you sure he wasn’t *excited?*
I agree. I think Mr. Biner was excited not panicked.
There’s room where I play.
Call of Duty Cold War.
Prestige 7 Level 253.
And I don’t use hacks!
I do however ruin many a killstreak?