Lol I remember playing FC2, and although I rarely used Josip, the times I did use him, he never disappointed. I think he was one of the buddies that I had to mutilate during that last mission. It was hard, but, boy, was that fun as hell.LetheanLilith said:Haha, almost every dream I can remember having in the past half a year had to do at least slightly with a game..G1eet said:Yea, this was before I started watching Terminator, Hollow Man, and The Shining- movies that expanded my fear/comfort zone, yet effectively killed my dreams.
Now the only dreams I remember having involve Left 4 Dead, with my friends as the three other survivors. Now if that doesn't scream fanboy, I don't know what does.
as for fanboying, half of the reason I still have been playing Far Cry 2 lately is because I'm obsessed with Josip Idromeno Dx he's such a fucking badass.
But I really hated working with Quarbani or that snotty American Marine. The Irish guy's fine, he just swears a lot, and usually without reason. And it seems like I've always had bad luck with him...
When I was working in Port Selao, and we had just blown some objective to high heaven, and with the merc reinforcements coming, I decided to whip out my Carl G and do some damage. Little did I know, my buddy was directly behind me when I fired. Well, since that type of rocket launcher is little more than an open tube, my buddy got the exhaust flames as I fired right in his face. Picture my reaction when I turn around and see him writhing in agony on the ground.
"Awh, damn, and to think I was starting to tolerate your potty mouth..."