I read this over at gamespy, if only it was like this, a team would be unstoppable. This is how our clan played at LAN nights, the other clans didnt, they had no hope.
THis tactic of TEAMS (there is no I in team) works with all FPS games of this type. CS, MOHAA etc.
If everyone played like this the game would be heaps more fun in my opinion, instead everyone tries to be the lone sniper or take on the whole enemy team alone. Countless times have i tried to get a gunner in my plane or tank without success and end up being taken out buy some foot soldier.
At all times i play online, i try to join a group or support the team by getting in a tank as gunner or watching someones back. I dont care if i have a higher chance of being killed by being a gunner out the top of a tank, at least im trying to defend my team and allow them more time to advance on enemy positions.
Take note of this article people, when gameplay is like this, its awesome.
This should be made sticky, so as all the beginers (noobs)can read it. :)
A HIDEOUS SURREALITY HUNG OVER THIS BATTLEFIELD 1942 SERVER ... LIKE A CLOUD.
My day was over and it was time to bust out with the tanks and go crazy-go-nuts with Battlefield: 1942. That daily ritual of mine’s been unchanged since the game came out. But something terrifying happened the last time I logged in, and I’ve yet to summon the courage to go back.
It started out innocently enough. I joined a server and picked my team. My timing was perfect, as a new round was just about to begin. I spawned by the airfield and immediately three pilots rushed to the planes and took off -- I was stunned that there weren’t any extra people camping around the plane spawn point.
Instead, as a group, several assault and anti-tank personnel gathered around a pair of our tanks and they rumbled away toward the enemy base. I started to make my way there on foot when a jeep came tearing up beside me, skidding to a halt in the loose desert sand. “Get in!” crackled my team-chat radio. I have to tell you, this was unreal -- never before had I seen this level of cooperation on an Internet server.
We approached the first of the enemy bases and they began shelling us with artillery. A shell exploded right next to our jeep and we skidded off the side of the road and squealed, smoking, up a hillside. Another shell exploded next to our tanks. The driver of the jeep leapt out of the driver’s seat, dove to the ground, and sniped the enemy lookout. A moment later, a medic came up and healed our injuries. This was starting to wig me out.
Our tanks rolled to a halt and started lobbing shells at enemy emplacements. Then our planes came. The first one, a bomber, softened up the enemy base. Bodies went flying. Then the fighter came, streaking out of the sun, howling through the air as it attacked an enemy tank in a steep dive. The moment the enemy tank exploded, our guys jumped out of their prone positions and charged forward. “Go!” our team radio hissed.
At last the base was ours! We rolled in triumphantly as the flag changed color. Everyone took up defensive positions. Engineers rushed around fixing the tanks and jeeps, medics healed the wounded, and planes circled above calling out where attackers were coming from. I stood in the center of this hive of activity and watched everyone working together. It was ... too coordinated. It was too good. It was...
These couldn’t have been people playing on the Internet. They were playing the game right, without a single teamkill, plane-camp, or accidental jeep massacre. No group of random humans could possibly play the game this well. As this realization sunk in, the hairs on the back of my neck and arms stood on end. I watched as someone carefully landed a plane and restocked his bombs while an engineer fixed it. My world was turned upside down. All around me, it was as though the very buildings themselves twisted and loomed menacingly over me. I couldn’t restrain my horror any longer.
“You’re ALIENS!” I typed. “You’re all ALIENS!! You can’t be real!”
Suddenly the swarm of activity stopped altogether. The pilot stepped out of his plane and slowly withdrew his pistol. The engineers pulled out their rifles and turned toward me.
Slowly they formed a ring around me in the center of the base, a slowly closing in-escapable circle of teammates, lumbering in a shuffling gait. Some of them had knives out, but most of them leveled their guns at me.
“Destroy the human,” they typed. “Destroy the human!”
I let out a bloodcurdling scream as they closed toward me, and just as their outstretched arms touched me I flicked off my powerstrip in horror. I’ve been afraid to go back.... you never know. You ... just ... never ... know.
[Daily Victim idea submitted by GameSpy reader and Battlefield fan Paul "pacguy" Cozby. Based on a true story. Well, except for the part about being aliens. But, there had to be SOME rational explaination.]
Wow i hav'nt found a server like that yet.....maybe close to it but not as good as that!!!
now that would be a clan you would wanna join eh ? ;)
Yeah i'd love to see it, not just in a clan but with everyone.
Im sure people can do it, what makes it easier is voice comms. with faster internet and faster servers, using something like roger wilco to talk to your team mates may help. trouble is, everyone has to be in it.
The story noted above isn't totally impossible. I've seen a ratio of maybe 30/70 of people working together, but you'd be suprised at how many are willing to work together.
I'm not gonna force people to work together, nor am I gonna bark out orders that people won't listen to anyway.
Despite how egoistical this may sound, but I'm well capable of taking control points by myself and if any teammate is around, well it makes the task that much easier.
In the public server-style of play, you don't need to be TOTALLY organized and that everyone should follow a set plan. The way I see it, all you gotta do is follow you MAIN OBJECTIVE, which is capturing flag. You go to that point, keep an eye out and backup a teammate that's already there. If you see someone coming behind you, wait for him then attack together. If you got not choice but to go RAMBO, well, nothing you can do there... go at it alone.
Another solution to teamwork on public servers is to just play with yuor friends. Most of the people I chill with online, we play BF42 and we'd basically paste the server we're at on our MSN names. You'd have a good core of people you know, and you'll get the teamwork you need.
If the mass-giving-of-orders, the whole "do this do that" style of play is more your style, I suggest you start a clan or join one, then participate in some good clan wars. They're quite fun.
I've successfully charged the Iwo Jima hill by myself, mowing down around 7 people in that one run then paved the way for a tank and some backup to follow. It's not impossible to go rambo in this game.
[COLOR=burlywood]Certainly isn't. It's something I had to do a lot on the Wake Island demo since my team was a bunch of plane-gimps. 90 percent of the time it was me against the opposing army, driving around the island like a madman, holding spawnpoints. Rather effective too but not something you want to do every game, heh.[/COLOR]
yeah i know all about running to get the flag myself, i do it, and my friends do it too, everytime we are online. While everyone is running off throwing themselves at bullits, im running around the back, waiting for the spawners to leave base then getting the flag. get in a tank and go do it all again. actually i usually use a jeep. Faster !
What is also annoying is, someone gets in a plane or tank and doesnt even bother checking if someone else is trying to get in before they take off. all ir requires is a quick look around. What use is the bomber without its turret defence.
lately im so sick of getting flags myself that i just go the sniper, roam around the hills under trees and rocks etc and take out enemy from far away. i might not get so many kills but its a change and quite funny to watch some of these noobs climing to the top of the windmill or the church, as soon as they get ready to snipe, they are dead.
while everyone is around looking on hills etc for me, im down low where no one looks.
I remember one game i got in, took the battleship to get the flags in midway. i just kept circling the island, getting the flags, blew up some ships and kept going. i had the highest kill rate, highest score, highest ping, say 400-500 on 32player server. and i didnt die.
i havent been playing the game long, but at least i have an idea of how to play.:smokin::deal:
There was another Daily Victim article at Gamespy... this one was from the EXACT group of people this guy was talking about, only from the other viewpoint. Now I'm not sure if this stuff is true or not, seems TOO coincidental, but anyway the group of people he was playing with was a group of friends who set up a LAN in a garage to play BF1942. The catch is, they talk to each other like pirates.
Head over to Gamespy and check it out, I'm serious, it's the EXACT same game, including the Aliens and kill the human remarks.
Like I said, may all just be made up, but it's FAR from impossible.
Gamespy Victim of the Day Index, may still be the present story.