Thanksgiving Creative Contest [Submissions only]
Дата: 26.11.2012 06:12:27
dance210:
The battle is over, guns have fallen silent. A lone tanker sits in the middle of a deserted field, reflecting on what has been. It’s not hard to remember the rage and hatred. Screams of “fail team” and “bads should quit.” Hack. Noob. These are the motivational speeches often heard while engaging the enemy. Perhaps they are meant to increase performance or improve teamwork. Or simply the unjust accusations of the frustrated and defeated. Just as easy to recall are the bounced shots or times it penetrated with no damage done. The anguish of lining up the target perfectly only to miss. All tanks rushing in one direction, leaving an open flank and welcome mat for the enemy to stroll into base. Teams that just can’t quite figure out how to work together, no matter how hard they try.
Soon, other memories trickle to the surface, pushing past the negativity. With them, come of the first faint glimpses of light. Team mates who offer unexpected words of praise for a job well done. The willingness of others to sacrifice themselves or perform a role outside the norm to ensure victory for the team. A perfect synergy that allows fourteen strangers to work towards a goal and crush the enemy. Shells that bounce of your Kevlar hull. Speeding across an open field, laughing maniacally as enemy shells crash harmlessly in your wake. These are all simple things, easily forgotten or ignored, but they are a large part of what makes this a pure pleasure to play.
In World of Tanks, this is what I am grateful for. The good and the bad, moments of levity and epic rage. All these elements combine to form this game. Having seen how easy it is for some to spew insults, safe behind the anonymity inherent in a game, I am better able to appreciate the compliments. I enjoy the unpredictability of each match and look forward to seeing what happens next.
The battle is over, guns have fallen silent. A lone tanker sits in the middle of a deserted field, reflecting on what has been. It’s not hard to remember the rage and hatred. Screams of “fail team” and “bads should quit.” Hack. Noob. These are the motivational speeches often heard while engaging the enemy. Perhaps they are meant to increase performance or improve teamwork. Or simply the unjust accusations of the frustrated and defeated. Just as easy to recall are the bounced shots or times it penetrated with no damage done. The anguish of lining up the target perfectly only to miss. All tanks rushing in one direction, leaving an open flank and welcome mat for the enemy to stroll into base. Teams that just can’t quite figure out how to work together, no matter how hard they try.
Soon, other memories trickle to the surface, pushing past the negativity. With them, come of the first faint glimpses of light. Team mates who offer unexpected words of praise for a job well done. The willingness of others to sacrifice themselves or perform a role outside the norm to ensure victory for the team. A perfect synergy that allows fourteen strangers to work towards a goal and crush the enemy. Shells that bounce of your Kevlar hull. Speeding across an open field, laughing maniacally as enemy shells crash harmlessly in your wake. These are all simple things, easily forgotten or ignored, but they are a large part of what makes this a pure pleasure to play.
In World of Tanks, this is what I am grateful for. The good and the bad, moments of levity and epic rage. All these elements combine to form this game. Having seen how easy it is for some to spew insults, safe behind the anonymity inherent in a game, I am better able to appreciate the compliments. I enjoy the unpredictability of each match and look forward to seeing what happens next.
Thanksgiving Creative Contest [Submissions only]