There there was the sinking feeling of the sheer arcane complexity of the interface. I have to wait for 10 minutes for him to catch up. What? Only half way across the vast landscape of Chernarus do I realise that he is following us on the ground. Except one of them gets into a nearby car. I shook my head.įrustrations with the interface created mess after mess: I'd jump into a helicopter, and order my team to do the same. UNKNOWN, MAN, IN FRONT OF, US, said my AI team mate. The pilot stood there, unharmed and stupidly glancing about. We got out, watched the chopper try to take off, explode, and then spit out the NPC air crew who had just been talking to us.
Later I watched with sad amazement as my AI helicopter ride refused to land in the open terrain I'd directed it to, instead awkwardly placing itself between some trees to deposit my team. I was okay with me being rubbish, but what about the three computer-controlled Marines? Why were they allowed to die? I bitched and griped in the RPS chatroom. I was bug-eyed with rage through some of the open levels, where repeated battles with unseen assailants left me, or my team-mates, defeated, and restarting a level, again and again. I'd teach them to :/Īnyway, Arma II seems like one such familiarly frustrating scenario.
My modest talent for Quake III came out of sheer disgust and rage at the people who, when I first started playing, could shoot me in mid air with a railgun and spam ironic smilies in the text chat at the same time. I had three or four attempts to crack Eve Online, for example. It seems that many of the games I have the greatest respect for start out as exercises in pure frustration. Does that mean you shouldn't play it? Here's wot I think. It is the single most ambitious war game ever to grace a games machine.
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