It's difficult to decipher, because the guy was raging so much it sounded like he swallowed his mic, but it went something like this:
"Go back to call of duty, you piece of shit! You think you're so good with your fucking mines. Go back to call of duty and quit ruining this game you piece of shit!"
I responded via text: Cry more.
him: "[muffled nonsense too much yelling] GO BACK TO CALL OF DUTY AND QUIT RUINING *MY* GAME!" (serious emphasis on "my," as if he's the king of BC2)
me, text: Your tears put a smile on my face.
I was hoping for more correspondence with my new best friend, but he rage-quit. I'm going to stalk him next time I see him online, and just shit all over his fun.
Sorry, but AT Mines are not some CoD strategy, or something. You can't expect to be able to hop in a tank, put the pedal to the metal, and take flags like it's no trouble. I almost want to write him again and tell him about V. Elect, but it would be lost on him.
"Go back to call of duty, you piece of shit! You think you're so good with your fucking mines. Go back to call of duty and quit ruining this game you piece of shit!"
I responded via text: Cry more.
him: "[muffled nonsense too much yelling] GO BACK TO CALL OF DUTY AND QUIT RUINING *MY* GAME!" (serious emphasis on "my," as if he's the king of BC2)
me, text: Your tears put a smile on my face.
I was hoping for more correspondence with my new best friend, but he rage-quit. I'm going to stalk him next time I see him online, and just shit all over his fun.
Sorry, but AT Mines are not some CoD strategy, or something. You can't expect to be able to hop in a tank, put the pedal to the metal, and take flags like it's no trouble. I almost want to write him again and tell him about V. Elect, but it would be lost on him.