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General Discussion / Re: Can't wait for 2.2
« on: 17-04-2009, 19:04:33 »
Too bad our balls were placed between two cinder blocks and then smashed into mush...

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Veeeeery interesting. I will read the post properly once I have enough time. But so far, great to have you guys starting this. I will look into helping you out with acting.

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Off-Topic / Re: Picture of the Day
« on: 16-04-2009, 19:04:15 »
Mortar crew:


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General Discussion / Re: Can't wait for 2.2
« on: 15-04-2009, 16:04:42 »
To keep you hungry.

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Off-Topic / Re: Picture of the Day
« on: 15-04-2009, 15:04:55 »


Captured T-28 moving in rather rough terrain towards its unknown destination. Notice the finnish flag on top of the tank, most likely this photo was taken for propaganda uses.

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Suggestions / Re: 3D iron sights ? .)
« on: 15-04-2009, 15:04:23 »
Tbh, I wouldnt mind trying them. But there are a lot more pressing matters and priorities rather than wasting time on creating the sights, code them in and then test them. Rather wait until FH2 is in state where such tryouts could be tested properly, than push release date further away.

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What do I need to add? Nothing's changed since 2.0 throughout to 2.15 afaik. Introduction of the mobile artillery and new rocket based stationary weapons (nebelwerfer) are currently still WIP so I cant give you hands up information how they work. All Im saying that once you have learned the current setup of the werfer... it is one mean motha...

Good thinking Ionizer, digging my post up from the depths of the lost ark. :)

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General Discussion / Re: Landing crafts
« on: 14-04-2009, 17:04:02 »
It's a british soldier, not a ranger.

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Off-Topic / Re: FanFiction
« on: 14-04-2009, 16:04:37 »
Dawn of All Dawns.

Blasted rising sun shooting its rays, blinding my sight... You try to keep an eye out for the enemy when you havent got a pair of sunglasses and neither your fieldcap nor helmet provides the shade you require. I let go off my rifle and let it rest against the wood while I extend my arm and rise my hand to my eyebrows. Forbidden to use binoculars, damn those regulations. How am I supposed to see a thing when the sun shines directly in my eyes? I manage to look towards the horizon despite my eyes hurt from the sunlight.

Nothing. Still nothing. It is too quiet for my taste.

I take a quick look at my wristwatch, which's leather strap is so worn out it almost falls off. Almost 5 in the morning and theres not even engine sounds to be heard anywhere in the distance. Maybe they wont come today? Just... maybe...

5 more minutes... then my friend comes to relief me and I get to catch some shuteye in that literally stinking bunker. I look to my left, then to my right... take a quick look at the clock again, it is as if the time would have stopped. The last couple of minutes are always the most tiring, and theres no trace of my friend either. Come on already, relief me, I want to sleep too.

As I struggle against sleep, I suddenly feel a tap to my right shoulder. I jump and look behind me with my hand squeezed tightly into a fist.

- Goddamnit, dont you ever do that again, I curse at my friend.
- Mornings to you too, he replies with a smile of a wiseguy. What does he think he is? A bloody comedian? At least I get to go to sleep now.

- Anything unusual?
- Well..., I start as I try to come up with something to rub his face on. ...look for yourself, I continue, look him killingly in his eyes while I grab my rifle.
- As usual then! he whispers me and pats my back as I start crouching back towards our bunker.

Then it starts. All out of nowhere. A shell lands and explodes close to our trench. I fall down on the bottom of the very same trench from the impact and cough out loud. I stretch my arms and lift myself up. Before I had even realised, our brothers in arms were alarmed and they were already rushing towards our positions from the bunker, to which I seemingly will never get to.

- Seems like a random distruption strike, go back to sleep, I tell the first two guys who reached me.

Without words, the guy infront looks over his shoulder to the soldiers behind him and gently nudges his head towards the bunker from where they just a couple of seconds before had rushed out, some even still not wearing their uniforms properly and every single one of them with sleeper's prayers on their faces.

And again, another shell out of the blue lands closeby. Then third, fourth... and before you could even flinch, it was pouring grenades of all kinds. Before you didnt even hear the firing sound from the distance for that one lonely shell, but now you cant hear your own thoughts. It is as if all hell would have been broken loose. In matter of seconds, it all became a chaos.

I was in panic, I crawled in the bottom of the trench and screamed "To the bunker, TO THE BUNKER! to the comrades infront of me. The sounds of explosions were constant, like one huge constant explosion which never even considered to cease. As we crawled through debris and bodies of our fallen friends, we managed to get to our bunker. We dived in and closed the door and just listened how everything around us was shaking, not only the men in the same room, but the earth around us, the self-made furniture collapsed on the floor and it felt like if sky would fall on us.

I held on to a supporting log in the far edge of room and held my eyes shut. I heard someone whimpering, I didnt know who it was... could of been anyone. None of us have been in this kind of hell before. The sand and dirt poured down from the cracks in the ceiling. Then a direct hit on top of the bunker threw me on the floor and the bunker door was blown open, ripped off from its place. All the smoke and dust poured inside the room. I was laying on the floor and looked out from the doorway. Even I had sand in my eyes, I managed to see that in the horizon far above the treelines approached the hundreds and hundreds of enemy planes and bombers directly at us. They were still just dots in the distance... but in matter of seconds they would be here and they would be casting their grenade flavored shadows all over our positions. As if the artillery shelling wasnt enough?!

- Bombers! I yelled and pointed towards sky from the doorway.

And without a saying, everyone knew it was the time to flee. For some reason no one questioned anyones actions, maybe it was the panic... maybe it was the lack of leadership... But to us it was clear that we would become like those who were unfortunate enough to receive even direct hits from the shelling. We ran out of the dust filled bunker, holding some sort of cloth, was it an old rag or uniform sleeves infront of our faces.

What used to be our trench was now just a pile of dirt and wooden logs scattered all over the place. No one knew where we were supposed to flee to. We had a rally point set for situations like these, but in all this chaos, such things can easily slip your minds. Two soldiers from my squad drop their rifles to the ground and started to run for their lifes. First I stared at them disappearing to the crater filled forest, but then I noticed that I could actually hear the bombers in the distance.

The shelling... it had ceased! This was our chance! There were six of us left in the squad and who were actually still sticking together, but none of us were even sergeants. We were on our own, so to say.

- This way, one of the oldest guys in our group said knowingly and the rest of us of course started to run after him.

As we were running, I had this stinging feeling in my gut. I felt as if we were cowards, but I still kept putting my foot infront other foot faster and faster. But this feeling was long-gone after seeing that there were several other squads running for their lifes, officers included. It was just chaos, nothing but chaos.

Bombers reached their destination and they opened their hatches, dropping their deadly payloads all around our positions which were more like the swiss cheese, not defensive positions we had built them to be originally.

But for our fortune, we had started running just in time and we reached the so called safe-zone. We started ceasing our pace and catched our breath in the middle of thick forest while we listened to the roar of the hundreds bombers fly above us and all those explosions which a moment ago were still all around us.

Our new boss looked at us with his hands on both sides of his waist and through all the panting, he managed to say a little "heh". Every single one of us were sweating, sweating like pigs. It was so darned hot for such an early morning time.

- I wonder how many survived? One voice was to be heard from our group causing everyone to start looking at each other with rather dead serious looks.

- Look... you cant even see the sun..., I said to my friends as I was looking at the enemy bombers flying overhead.

Whole sky was filled with dust and smoke, it was hard to see the sun peaking through all that mess. Felt like if even sun itself was struggling to shoot its rays upon us.

- How many are there? Another comrade asked while looking towards the deformed battlefield from where we had just ran from. And how long will they keep on bombing, he continued.

No one said a word. I grabbed that friend from his arm and nudged towards home. Again, without one command, not one pathetic soul saying one single word to anyone else, we started to walk towards the rally point. None of us had our rifles anymore... they were useless anyways... all of them filled with sand. We all were covered in dirt and we looked like as we had never bathed in our lifes.

The distant sounds of the constant bombing from the bombers and artillery was now totally left behind us. I came to think to my friend who reliefed me just before the shelling started... whatever happened to him? He never followed us to the bunker. I wonder if he is still alright...

For some reason I doubted. You had to be the luckiest man on earth to survive such barrage... well, there were now at least 6 of us.

We walked along the country road towards the rally point and we could see other stragglers join our group. Our boots kicked out the sand as we walked forward with the tired steps. I saw more and more soldiers, our friends and those who I had never seen before sit on the roadbanks. Medics were busy treating those who could still be treated, but there were also a long line of bodies covered with woolen plankets in both ditches along the road. I felt sick. The smell was so awful, but it didnt seem to bother those soldiers who were catching their breaths just next to those heroes who had fell.

We came to a road junction, which was busy as all hell. People all around the place. We had finally reached the rally point. I stopped to the middle of the crossroad and heard the explosions still going off in the distance. I noticed a knocked down roadsign laying in the ditch. I walked to it, read it and then thought to myself:

-Goodbye Valkeasaari.

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Holy sweet Jesus. Only couple of weeks ago me and my nephew built this Sturm from lego's and I thought that was awesome at it is. Thanks for the link!  ;D

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General Discussion / Re: Which map do you want the most?
« on: 12-04-2009, 17:04:18 »
It's a facepalm towards the lack of reading.

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General Discussion / Re: Which map do you want the most?
« on: 12-04-2009, 17:04:57 »
KARELIA!!! And some other winter and continuationwar battles.
* Flippy Warbear facepalms

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Off-Topic / Re: Picture of the Day
« on: 12-04-2009, 12:04:31 »


Some anti-air for the sons of ural.

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Community Polls / Re: Kill messages: Your stance
« on: 11-04-2009, 18:04:43 »
Donutz' personal opinion (combination 3, 5, 10) suits myself the best aswell.

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Gazala / Re: Gazala 64
« on: 11-04-2009, 14:04:50 »
Bir Hakeim was removed because it was too isolated from rest of the map. While 105th Box and Knightsbridge are fairly close to one another, and the attack routes from Sidi Muftah all the way to the other flags located on north side of the map, Bir Hakeim stands all by itself in the middle of nowhere. Devs noticed during public play that the place is not used at all and whoever attacked or defended it found themselfs either unopposed in their actions or the people would plain leave the position because there was never any action going on.

I doubt it will be introduced back into 64p version, but I hope we will see it as its own map sometime, either from devs or from very qualified public mappers.

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