Comments on: Elite Soldier Accidentally Fires Rocket, Injures Self

By: BLU Soldier

BLU Soldier — Fri, 17 Dec 2010 02:48:45 +0000

How could you make a mistake like that, soldier?
You are all worthless maggots!

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Can you eat geranium flowers? — Wed, 24 Nov 2010 20:49:17 +0000

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By: Adam

Adam — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 01:51:29 +0000

i think thats MAG

By: Solid Snake

Solid Snake — Mon, 19 Apr 2010 06:14:59 +0000

Basic instructions only? I’m interested.

By: Abscond

Abscond — Sun, 18 Apr 2010 22:35:52 +0000

Highly trained? Bullshit. You’re lucky if you get 15 minutes of training before you get tossed into hectic combat. Most military forces I end up with nowadays are quite content with handing you all sorts of deadly equipment with the most basic instructions on how to use them.

And worst of all, a lot of training can’t be applied from military to military! You’ll get shoved into a different campaign only to find that for some reason all the weapons work differently! Especially the grenades. Every time I end up with a different unit, they force me to learn a new way of throwing them, which results in many being tossed into uncomfortably close objects until I get the hang of it. It’s like I don’t have control over my own damn arms! Completely ridiculous. Why is there not some standardized grenade throwing technique? Thousands of friendly fire incidents would be prevented.

By: Tommy Vercetti

Tommy Vercetti — Sun, 18 Apr 2010 18:00:38 +0000

Hah, what a prick. Prick doesn’t know how the handle a damn gun. Damn prick.

By: Wizard Bobby Carlson

Wizard Bobby Carlson — Sun, 18 Apr 2010 17:42:51 +0000

By the Nine Divines! This article reminds me of an incident that occurred the other day: I was minding my own business, scooping some bread into my mouth over and over while standing, when all of a sudden a Scamp appears! Naturally, I cast a fire spell without realising that it was an area of effect spell and not a simple, contained blast!
In Akatosh’s name, I was swept across the room, my eyebrows singed and my workplace ruined! Not to mention my bread, which I will no longer be able to scoop endlessly into my mouth until tonight when I go to the inn.

By: Tommy Topside

Tommy Topside — Sun, 18 Apr 2010 05:17:11 +0000

That’s not as bad as the time I mixed up the plasmids I was trying to use. Jack has it easy: he only uses a single gun or plasmid at a time, because he doesn’t have to fight so many damn splicers.

Me: I NEED to double-wield plasmids and weapons simultaneously because I need to defend my girls from mobs of splicers when they’re gathering Adam for me. As a result, while I’m juggling my weapons around in my right hand trying to find the correct one, I sometimes forget I use my other hand for changing plasmids. Let me tell you: Big Daddies do not react to Fire 2 the same way as Hypnosis 3.

Then there was the time I meant to rescue a Little Sister but forgot which was the correct mental “button” to press. Eleanor was not too pleased with me…

By: smorgasbord

smorgasbord — Sun, 18 Apr 2010 03:45:56 +0000

I suffer with a similar embarrassing problem sadly. I’m a nice guy yknow, saving the world and all that. But sometimes when I walk up to someone, instead of talking to them I accidentally punch them in the face. I try to explain that I pressed the wrong button but people just don’t understand. I was only looking for a friendly conversation and now everyone hates me :( I even did it to my mother-in-law….which was totally an accident

By: Fybo Grubbyfoot

Fybo Grubbyfoot — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 23:41:01 +0000

It’s too true that this can happen to anyone, and high explasoves are not even the issue. I myself, while clearing an infestation of improbably large spiders from a poorly maintained crypt, attempted to gather some of the dust I found. I Should point out that I have a friend who collects dust, in bundles of 3 dust, who had promised me some useless junk in exchange; I am not some dust freak! Anyway, instead of simply leaning down and gathering exactly one dust, as I had the past three times I’d been to this particular crypt, I started chanting the elaborate and eldrich rites (along with complex hand gestures and expending some magic dust without actually withdrawing it from bu invisible backpack of course) to bend space and time in my favor, nay tear the very fabric of the world and weave it anew, as is my wont. Long story short that was my last magic missile and the spiders ate my leg. Something should be done.