das ist ja mal hammer, echt nice von bohemia
fand ich irgendwie scheisse in ArmaIII - hatte immer das Gefühl, das ich nicht recht treffe, mich an meinen Maussettings totgefummelt half alles nix, war irgendwie immer 'ruppig' - ich hab dann die lust an ArmaIII echt ein bischen verloren - 'ja das neue aiming soll halt schwieriger sein, damit das gameplay.. bla bla' OK, dann bin ich halt mittlerweile zu alt und zittrig für das game...
Tjo, und dann hab ich heut einfach mal die AIMINGDEADZONE von NULL auf MITTE geschoben ...
Dacht ja immer das sei nur was für gay controller gamer, aimingdeadzone...
Naja, testet es mal oder weis nicht wie Ihr das normal habt, ich hab halt bisher ArmaIII nur mit ZERO deadzone gespielt 8-| und hab jetzt den Eindruck ein neues Spiel zu haben :huhub:
So viel zu der These, daß das Problem meist zwischen den Ohren liegt.
done it before. Many times. I'm no stranger to leading a squad in ArmA.
It's what I do. I'm a friendly, if authoritative, voice over side
channel. "Anyone want to run to the side mission? Just sound off, we'll
organize once we have enough."
So, after procuring my team, I had them meet me at the back of the
terminal. A bit rag-tag. Two medics, including myself. Three AT. One
repair specialist and a rifleman.
"You might want to take off the wetsuit," I said to the most garishly dressed AT solider.
"I was planning on taking a sub."
"It's about 3km inland, I think a helicopter would be better suited."
And off he went to begrudgingly swap into CSRG fatigues. Still not
matching us, but closer. I did a quick survey of the group and began
drawing up my plan. Quick insertion from the north, we would have an
'overwatch' set up on nearby hill 48 while the rest traveled through a
forested valley. With any luck the enemy armor would be behind the hill
their radar dish was placed on.
I link up with a chopper pilot, nice guy. Smart. I recommend an LZ
and he declines, saying he'd rather put us a little more east. Normally
pilots just say "Yeah, whatever." but the fact this guy was surveying
the map sat well with me. I take a last inventory of my own equipment;
standard medic loadout. MX w/ MRCO, 6 clips 30 round 6.5mm ammo, 3 clips
tracer. 6 smoke; white, two each of green, blue, red. Medical kit, 10
first aid kits. I imagine the other medic had something similar.
We begin loading up into the chopper when, last moment, a sniper runs
in and asks to come along. Perfect for overwatch I think to myself,
noting his oversized .407.
"Jump in, I'll brief you on the way." and with that, 7 become 8. I'm
talking to the sniper along the way, shooting the shit with the guys. As
per ArmA 3 usual. I make a last second amendment to the plan. The other
medic, one of the AT guys, and the sniper will take overwatch. We land,
disembark, and the squad actually holds a security formation. "Ah,
professionals." I think to myself. Little did I know.
We give overwatch a moment to get into position before moving on
ourselves. Timing would be important, we want to be in a good position
to fire on the objective or the armor around it before overwatch crests
their hill. Our timing was fairly close. Overwatch beat us, but only
barely, and fortunately gave us the all clear. We proceed up a bit, and I
take the rifleman and one of the remaining AT fellows with myself,
leaving the repair specialist and last AT rifleman in a firing position
while my group moves east.
All at once, three pieces of enemy armor crest the hill. Chaos ensues over voice channel. I take control.
(Paraphrased)"Overwatch, target far left tank. My AT target center,
last AT target far right tank." they all give a lock, so I command
All at once, they fire on the same tank. The remaining two tanks are
rather spiteful that we have just slain their machine brother and
quickly open fire on my position, while the enemy infantry begins firing
largely on our overwatch.
"Weapons free, overwatch. Take out soft targets as you can."
"Uhhh...." the sniper begins. "Is now a bad time to mention I forgot my scope?"
I internally facepalm, checking my gear to make sure I don't have a
spare scope. The other medic, assigned to overwatch, chimes in that he
has a scope. He runs to the top of the hill to give the scope to the
sniper and is immediately and predictably shot down. He glitches into
the ground and has to respawn. Down to seven, I think to myself.
"Overwatch AT, why aren't you firing?"
"I only brought one rocket." One rocket, I think to myself, one rocket.
It would seem my overwatch is a cacophony of failure. I tell them
both to engage as they can, or otherwise just spot for the rest of us.
My rifleman is at least half competent I think to myself, watching him
smartly engage targets from behind cover. My autorifleman/wet-suit AT is
laying prone in the middle of a field going full auto on nothing in
particular while two tanks still fire on us.
Our sniper radios he's down, and I think little of it. No scope, no
use. But then again, no man left behind, so I work my way to him and get
him up as soon as possible, only to look back down into the valley I
had just left to see my rifleman carrying the autorifle-AT on his back.
"Lay down smoke! Cover those two until I can get there!"
"We don't have any smoke."
I grunt. Audibly. Hoping this brief display of my displeasure will
snap some common sense into my squad. I lob smoke grenades towards the
group as I can. Whether it was my smoke or dumb stupid luck, the
rifleman gets to a safe position and I'm able to revive the man he
carried. We're in a full on retreat to the treeline taking heavy fire
from perhaps a dozen enemy infantry and two unimpeded tanks my AT
haven't been firing on for some unknown reason. It's not long before two
or three go down all at once, and in the chaos I didn't note witch. All
I did was spam a wall of smoke and begin my triage. It's at that moment
I hear our saving grace, it's a hellcat. Nobody radioed for it, but
here it is, our guardian angel.
The hellcat dips in low, predatory as it shrieks over the forest and
promptly... strafes our position, somehow mistaking us for OPFOR. It's
just me and the rifleman now. The hellcat is passing the tanks and
turning around, my smoke is fading, bullets and tank shells landing all
around me, in the chaos, the screaming voices of my squad seem almost
ideal, perfect, harmonious. My hands busy themselves working on reviving
the repairman, not sure why I chose to get him up first.
I find myself snapped out of a moment's meditation by my own cries of
"Blue on blue!" as I hear that hellcat coming back around. I look
towards the hellcat, just in time to see it crash into the radar dish
that was once our mission in an effort to evade fire from one of the
enemy tanks. Just as the message celebrating our victory pops up, I take
several rounds to the chest and fall over the repair specialist, dead.
Alone. Except for the voice of my sniper
"Well, technically, it was a successful mission."
Frisch aus dem reddit. Der eine oder andere dürfte sich wiedererkennen
Ich war mal so frei und habe die Bilder auf Imgur geladen und neu eingefügt. Da nur Links zu sehen waren.
Das letzte Bild lässt mein Herz weich werden. Einfach nur GEIL!
Das sieht echt nett aus, aber haben Sie auch diesmal an die Physik beim Transportgut gedacht? DAs wäre der Knaller ;D
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