The only thing more dangerous than a n00b with no clue is…
A n00B WITH HALF A CLUE :banghead:
First off, before we get started here on my tales of anguish, I’d just like to state for the record that for some inexplicable, unimaginable reason, n00bs are drawn to me like fleas to a hound. I could be on a team of 12 people on Allies (myself and 11 of the finest from the White Text Brigade) and only have 3 of my clan brethern on Axis, and I guarantee you each and every time you will see:
ETPlayer joined the Allied team. 
So I find myself frequently an ad hoc leader of the Rainman Regiment. Despite the fact that I’m the only one that knows where the objectives are, they all follow me around like little ducklings… merrily watching as I get gunned down making a mad dash for the flag or trying to plant my dynamite, and then merrily watching the other team cut them to shreds.
Over the past week, however, I’ve noticed that my little ducklings are starting to catch on. I don’t know who’s teaching them, but some of the brighter ones are actually trying to execute higher level tactics.
Monday – Seawall Battery – Allies
I manage to marshal a force of 3 E’s up at the backdoor, convince them to build the CP, and then convince them to stay put and stay out of site while I go hunt down a uniform. A medic joins the party, and I think to myself, “Awesome! They’re figuring it out!”
So I run down to the beach, and BONUS! One of my buds on Axis was launched down onto the beach by a fortunate arty blast… they never make this mistake. It only happens once a century. And I’m in the right place at the right time.
I pounce on the corpse and start yanking off the uniform. Surviving Axis up on the ridge see this, and start opening fire. I take substantial damage, but I get the uni and start hauling back up the trail to the CP to get some health and go blow the generator (the element of surprise has been lost, so what the hey?)
I round the top of the trail, and there are my little ducklings waiting for me. One of the E’s shouts “Woohoo!”, “Atta way, baby!”, “You got it man!”. I feel like a proud parent. They know what’s about to happen. All I need is some health…
Oh. Hello. The Medic is blocking my way. Ok. Maybe he’ll just give me health and we’ll be in business without having to take the detour.
Med pak pops up in his hands. YES!
Med pak is replaced by a .45 pistol. NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
POW
Needle pops out, I get revived, and the medic hands me a few health paks to bring me back up to 100%.
I cried.
Wednesday – Fuel Depot – Allies
We’re getting ripped to shreds. The cheeky bastards on Axis have actually pushed all the way back across the river and are spawn camping us. The Rainman Regiment is in disarray and we’ve definitely lost the initiative. Time for some heroic, all-star, Method-Man-I-Came-to-Bring-the-Pain style action. First job, mop up all Axis on our side of the river.
I get a couple, but there’s a sniper hiding around here somewhere who finally gets me. Where the hell is he? Oh… over by the 2nd cabin where the health and ammo are. Sneaky, but you’re a dead man now, pal.
Respawn, sneak out the back of the cabin, circle back the long way, and come face to face with the Axis CO. I just notice the satchel charge at my feet as I hear that damn whistling noise… I jump back enough to stay alive, but I take 75% damage. I drop a couple of rounds into him, but no good… he’s got his pistol out and finishes me off.
Fortunately, I catch a quick respawn… I bust butt and get over to the second cabin, and there’s the CO… IN MY UNIFORM.
Now, one of my ducklings has seen the CO ganking my threads and decided to give chase. Unfortunately, he’s on the other side of the wall from me and doesn’t see me running up to clean up my own mess. The CO, in my uniform and with my name ducks around behind the back of the cabin. I chase him. My duckling finally comes around the wall and sees what he thinks is the CO in my uniform.
So he shoots. And shoots. And shoots. And I’m dead again. And just as the duckling comes to a stop and is trying to figure out the implications of what he just did and where the CO went, the CO comes up behind him, knife out, and scores a quick kill.
And the last one I saw in a game last night (caps and everything): “CHUCK THE FLAGS ARE MINES NOT POWERUPS”
When. :banghead:
Does. :banghead:
The. :banghead:
Hurting. :banghead:
Stop. :banghead: