little P
Super Mod
I have 30+ hours in PUBG, most of which is playing with Wappy, and approximately 3/4 of which is in the pre-game lobby with things like this going on because I tend to last on average around 3 minutes (in PUBG, stop sniggering at the back) on the battlefield...
Exhibit A: Wapwap is going through some tactical information that I really should be listening to right around when we started playing. I, of course have only one thing on my mind and am not listening at all. The idea being to find the biggest gun and fire it in to his face at point blank range.With comical results...
Exhibit B: Slightly inebriated, I decide to test the top speed of a motorcycle with sidecar...
We finally got our first chicken dinner last night, and we had such a bad start to the game too... mainly down to me obviously. Sorry Wap...
We found a buggy and were hightailing it to a zone away from where we had dropped amongst many other players who all got guns before us and took pot shots as we bravely advanced in the other direction (tactical withdrawal, not running away you understand).
So there we were, me with my tommy gun and very little ammo I'd found and Wappy with a peashooter of some description in a buggy, driving majestically through the hills, feeling the breeze in our hair and the sun on our skin when I decided to see if I could swipe my frying pan in case of any close encounters from the *ahem* rear. Delighted that it was indeed possible to melee from the back of the buggy and coming up with all sorts of evil schemes involving reverse gear and a sore right arm I pondered if it was at all possible to hit the buggy from that position, and what it would sound like. Trouble is, instead of hitting the buggy I got a clean shot straight on the top of Wappy's head and downed him instantly, leaving me in the back of the buggy with no driver, flying along, wondering why I don't think things through properly before doing them.
But our story doesn't end there folks, after realising what I had done, I jump out to sheepishly revive my fallen teammate, when we realise I didn't put the handbrake on the buggy and it promptly rolls back to run Wappy over as I'm reviving him. How we won this, of all games, I will never know.
Exhibit C: portraying the above...
Eventually though, we found ourselves in an excellent spot towards the end and with some awesome use of cover managed to get our first chicken dinner!
Exhibit D: awesome use of cover
Jeeve decided to join us for a round immediately after our first chicken dinner ever, and would you believe it, after a tense round involving daring trips with a boat to get a crate and excellent fire team positioning we only went and got another chicken dinner!
Exhibit E: Excellent fire team positioning
So after 30+ hours of playing this game with no winner winner chicken dinners, we get two in a row! I can't remember the last time I got a buzz like that feeling from a game. Bloody brilliant!
Exhibit A: Wapwap is going through some tactical information that I really should be listening to right around when we started playing. I, of course have only one thing on my mind and am not listening at all. The idea being to find the biggest gun and fire it in to his face at point blank range.With comical results...
Exhibit B: Slightly inebriated, I decide to test the top speed of a motorcycle with sidecar...
We finally got our first chicken dinner last night, and we had such a bad start to the game too... mainly down to me obviously. Sorry Wap...
We found a buggy and were hightailing it to a zone away from where we had dropped amongst many other players who all got guns before us and took pot shots as we bravely advanced in the other direction (tactical withdrawal, not running away you understand).
So there we were, me with my tommy gun and very little ammo I'd found and Wappy with a peashooter of some description in a buggy, driving majestically through the hills, feeling the breeze in our hair and the sun on our skin when I decided to see if I could swipe my frying pan in case of any close encounters from the *ahem* rear. Delighted that it was indeed possible to melee from the back of the buggy and coming up with all sorts of evil schemes involving reverse gear and a sore right arm I pondered if it was at all possible to hit the buggy from that position, and what it would sound like. Trouble is, instead of hitting the buggy I got a clean shot straight on the top of Wappy's head and downed him instantly, leaving me in the back of the buggy with no driver, flying along, wondering why I don't think things through properly before doing them.
But our story doesn't end there folks, after realising what I had done, I jump out to sheepishly revive my fallen teammate, when we realise I didn't put the handbrake on the buggy and it promptly rolls back to run Wappy over as I'm reviving him. How we won this, of all games, I will never know.
Exhibit C: portraying the above...
Eventually though, we found ourselves in an excellent spot towards the end and with some awesome use of cover managed to get our first chicken dinner!
Exhibit D: awesome use of cover
Jeeve decided to join us for a round immediately after our first chicken dinner ever, and would you believe it, after a tense round involving daring trips with a boat to get a crate and excellent fire team positioning we only went and got another chicken dinner!
Exhibit E: Excellent fire team positioning
So after 30+ hours of playing this game with no winner winner chicken dinners, we get two in a row! I can't remember the last time I got a buzz like that feeling from a game. Bloody brilliant!
