Well I did play Bad Company 2, just as I said I would, as I am not an oath-breaker like some of my friends. And I made a choice that would change my life. Except not really. It was a simple choice, really. Before 7:00 PM today I had been playing the Recon class. And in my eyes, I've been playing it right. Using the spotting scope and jamming the Q key so that other players could take out tangos without casualties. But I for one was doing bad, with my best K/D around 1.00. Unacceptable for a man of my pride, of course.
But today, in the company of my comrades, I decided to do things differently. I chose the assault class. A pretty good, but seemingly undervalued class. It uses assault rifles and grenade launchers and even boxes, compared to the recon class with a high powered rifle, silly little motion mines, and C4/Mortar strike. And I kicked ass. In short, controlled bursts, I cut the enemy down like a grass cutter cutting down grass. It was empowering. I felt like a woman voting for the first time. Even with no stupid shit like MAGNUM AMMO (If I had a dollar for every douchebag that killed me with magnum ammo, I'd probably have enough money to buy $347 worth of stuff.
The moral of the story, is of course that one should not be afraid of change, unless it involves Obama or Vladimir Putin. Then stay the fuck away from change if you want to be not dead.I thought I was a super cool recon douchebag with a stupid kills-in-two-hits bolt action rifle and a mortar strike designator that I rarely got kills with. It turned out I was wrong. I'm a completely shitty recon player, and switching to assault was a beautiful decision. So don't be afraid of change. Change who you are, and you might even get a positive kill to death ratio, you fucking noob. Learn to play and you can do many a good thing.Not really, but you can help out your team (or at least mankind) and you'll feel good about yourself.
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