Ian_Gere
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- Apr 1, 2012
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Yeah, guns packing in really depresses me, especially when mods I've made get one working really well, only for my efforts to avoid being smug to go for naught :lol: and the sheer joy of picking people off at further range than I'm used to to be replaced by that type of fun which is only maintained by sheer enthusiasm, ie "Alright I'm pissed off with myself and my fcuked up gun, but I'm still here to have a laugh and have a fcuking laugh is what I will do... if it fcuking kills me!"
Nobs irritate me. One time the atmosphere at Skirmish got so bad, due to a misunderstanding over hit taking (what else ffs?) being blown out of all proportion by young men with more testosterone than wisdom, that I felt like some kind of spiteful nobheadery might occur in the safe zone or car park. TBH I'd have felt better about it if what I feared would happen had been a fight. Like, even if it had involved both small groups of friends steaming into each other, rather than just the two main protagonists, a few bruises later, some yelling and bans and chances are that would have been that. A few weeks later and profuse apologies may well have seen 'the defenders' reinstated as welcome... But the character of the worst 'side' seemed to be such that what I actually feared was some kind of theft and/or vandalism which could well spill over onto people who had fcuk all to do with it and would be a worse stain on the site's rep than a simple punchup.
As Scoob says however, I'm responsible for my worst buzzkills. My health isn't good, but it's not like I'm unaware of this. So long as I look after myself, some extra medication on board is all I need to get through a full day's skirmishing without anything worse than whinging about familiar pain. The problems occur when I do not take enough care to make sure I arrive on site well fed and rested, which often coincides, funnily enough, with times when my back is in no condition to be there at all and/or my major organs are not even managing their usual suboptimal functions. It's that enthusiasm thing again. I've decided I'm going to have a laugh and I'm too stubborn to sack it and stay at home jealous of those doing so... TBH the dick moves I make in the field sort of pale into insignificance next to the monumental dickheadery of failure to prepare.
Nobs irritate me. One time the atmosphere at Skirmish got so bad, due to a misunderstanding over hit taking (what else ffs?) being blown out of all proportion by young men with more testosterone than wisdom, that I felt like some kind of spiteful nobheadery might occur in the safe zone or car park. TBH I'd have felt better about it if what I feared would happen had been a fight. Like, even if it had involved both small groups of friends steaming into each other, rather than just the two main protagonists, a few bruises later, some yelling and bans and chances are that would have been that. A few weeks later and profuse apologies may well have seen 'the defenders' reinstated as welcome... But the character of the worst 'side' seemed to be such that what I actually feared was some kind of theft and/or vandalism which could well spill over onto people who had fcuk all to do with it and would be a worse stain on the site's rep than a simple punchup.
As Scoob says however, I'm responsible for my worst buzzkills. My health isn't good, but it's not like I'm unaware of this. So long as I look after myself, some extra medication on board is all I need to get through a full day's skirmishing without anything worse than whinging about familiar pain. The problems occur when I do not take enough care to make sure I arrive on site well fed and rested, which often coincides, funnily enough, with times when my back is in no condition to be there at all and/or my major organs are not even managing their usual suboptimal functions. It's that enthusiasm thing again. I've decided I'm going to have a laugh and I'm too stubborn to sack it and stay at home jealous of those doing so... TBH the dick moves I make in the field sort of pale into insignificance next to the monumental dickheadery of failure to prepare.