Start fighting, or I'll find someone who can.
Monday, August 8, 2011
I played some Battlefield 2 the other day at a LAN center with friends, after they had tired of the game I'll never really enjoy playing, DoTA.
It really brought back many memories. Ace pilots owning the skies, being left behind vehicle-less in a huge map, doing one-man TV-guided missile dogfights and loving the medic pack and the G-36E all came back to me on that often stacked, often emotional and often addictive game.
If you play it back now, you'll realise how bad the graphics were, and more importantly, how enormous an advantage vehicles posed. Of course, there was the tank tracks two-hit method we memorized, the cool feeling when we transported or were transported in a fully loaded chopper, and the helpless feeling when we were trapped in a flag capture point, being hunted by an enemy tank.
I thought of putting some game pictures up here, but it really wouldn't do much to spurn feelings of nostalgia unless you do some searching on your own, if you enjoy the thought. It was a decent game with lots of memories, but I sure am not sad to leave it behind.
Right now, I'm looking forward to BF3 and Cities XL 2012, both of which come out while I'll be away in Tioman on exercise. What a shame.
Remember in Wake Island, when the US forces had an uphill task flanking the prongs of Wake Island? Or when in Operation Blue Pearl, or Karkand, grenades flew around with abandon, and yours never seemed to kill anybody? Positions were forever easily flanked in Jalalabad, and there was no map more 'neither here nor there' than Songhua Stalemate.
Labels: gaming, nostalgia, thoughts
posted by joseph at 12:17 PM