It's too cheerful around here. So here's a thread to balance it out.
Even though I keep telling myself it's just a game, sometimes I get so pissed off playing Forgotten Hope it's not even funny. I know I made a pet hates thread but this is for times you've been legitimately ready to throw your keyboard away and smash the monitor.
Two I can think of -
Once, on Market Garden. I was in a Churchill tank and just west of the church, when I (using the 3rd person camera) spotted an enemy soldier getting into a Cromwell. I knew EXACTLY what he was going to do. He was going to drive up the little hill behind me, and fire at my rear. Just then THREE planes flew over and begin a faggy dog fight, and whenever that happens my comp lags so much its not even funny. There I was, moving my mouse to the right faster and faster and my turret would just move and inch and then move back. I was literally at a point where it was like watching a slideshow instead of playing a game. Naturally the guy in the Cromwell killed me, and I made some stupid comment, and I just wanted to smash the dude's face because he was all arrogant like he'd been brilliant or something.
Second time happens quite a lot, on Ramelle. One of my few true skills in FH outside of sniping and tanking is my zook skills. I was standing the building where the Browning is, across the river, and the Tiger + Stug were at the Ammunition Dump flag. And I calmly took aim, launched a zook across the river, which fell perfectly on top of the StuG and blew it up in one shot. For the next 20 minutes the gay camper in the Tiger, seeing what I could do, stayed just out of reach of my zook, countless rounds falling just inches short. And he kept killing me, because I need to stay in the window to see if where my rounds were falling.
I know that probably sounds like a smart strategy on his part but I was so angry. As usual my comp was lagging like hell and every time I tried to cross the river I would be killed because I get insane slowdown on that map, so I kept trying from that building and had no luck.
Knocked the stug out at the bridge though, later. That cheered me up.
Some of your stories?
