Alot of you furball whiners remind me of this kid we used have that lived next door when I was little. He would sit at the play ground and cry because nobody would play with him, meanwhile the rest of the kids were playing in droves all around him and having a ball. We finally started beating him up and he quit comming around, but the kid would sit there by himself in a corner and act like the world was comming to an end because nobody would play with him, it never even occured to that kid to get off his arse and join the others, he wanted us to come to him and there was no other way around it.
Grow up. I know it's hard sometimes, but your mommas should have taught you a long long time ago that sometimes you have to share your toys. If you don't share, then nobody is going to want to play with you. Some basice pre-school socialization skills here. Getting mad because nobody wants to play your game your way should tell you alot about yourself. It definately tells us something.
There's nothing wrong with the game as it was before it became a catering service, if you can't find a fight in AH, then that's pathetic. If you find yourself chasing dots around, hey, you're the one chasing the dots around. Don't like having your base taken undefended, defend the damned thing or take your spanking like a man. Don't like bombers dive bombing your base, hell shoot them down. Don't like the way somebody is playing the game, then play yahoo checkers or something.
I'm sick of people bellyaching about the game, only to find the game gets changed to soothe their aching bellies. The ack is ridiculous now, wasn't that enough for you guys? Troops can't be porked without a friggin army of heavy jabos now, was that enough? Towns have ack now, was that enough? Just an example of how ridiculous it has gotten, people whined and carried on about hoardes, so we got ENY to 'balance' it out, and then you see the very same people in the MA whinning and carrying on about the lack of coordination and teamwork. One's man's hoarde is another man's teamwork my deluded friends.
Having to hit designated and predetermined bases is about as entertaining as Super Mario Brothers.
