Game Night 3.12.2007 - Self-pwnage Approved
The night started well, with Ryan, Andy and I all ready to go at around 6:30PM. Brandon was out due to a meeting for work that he got roped into, so it was just the three of us. We spent a good chunk of time on our usual aimless discussion about what the hell to play (Note to self: advance preparation!), and finally settled on good ol’ Warcraft 3 again. Once in our Battle.net channel, we decided to go with Defense of the Ancients, instead of a normal skirmish.
It’s probably worth noting that I suck at DotA. Precise timing and micromanagement are not my strong points, and both skills are heavily required in DotA, as much or more so as plain WC3. Not only this, I’m not very familiar with the game or the custom heroes involved, meaning that I have very little information to go on to win the large-scale rock-paper-scissors battle of hero matching.
Ryan stuck with the Dwarven Sniper for all the games we played, and did fine. He usually got the most kills of the three of us, due to the Sniper’s long-range, high-damage, single-target Ultimate. I didn’t really keep much track of Andy, and all I know is that he played Rikimaru during the last game. I started out with Lifestealer, since I remembered him being cheap goodness before (fast attacks + life stealing). But in the first game, I got annihilated over and over by the AI hero I was facing… The Oblivion. So, of course, from then on I used The Oblivion. We won one match like that, but then for our third and final, we went up against the bitch from hell… Luna Moonfang, the Moon Rider. She spanked me like I was a naked executive at an out-of-town whorehouse, over, and over, and over. “Frustrating” doesn’t even begin to describe it.
After our ignominious defeat in that game, Andy had to leave to minister to a friend, which left Ryan and I… with no idea what to play next. We had tried for weeks, unsuccessfully, to get a full game of Supreme Commander in, and we finally succeeded last week. I guess it had left me sated for the moment (damn, SupCom gets epic!), because I didn’t feel like playing it anymore. Then, between grocery runs being necessary, installations taking forever, and patch downloads taking several times forever, the rest of the night was whittled away by the decision to go for Battlefield 2142… self-pwnage approved.