The machine gun nest of the German base perimeter has just been destroyed by a artillery barrage, send plumes of dirt high into the air. My troops and tanks scurry past and surge into the enemy’s encampment. Despite the thunderous sound of tank fire and the buzzing sound of sub machine guns, I lean back in my chair, smug like a General whose just won a battle and then found a ten pound note on the floor in the same second.
I never appreciated how awesome clouds are. From the ground the shapes can make faces, giraffes or Star Destroyers having intimate relations with a Snail. They are fluffy and innocent, rolling along in a nonchalant way making you feel like there are no troubles in the world. Of course, when you have a BF 109 or P-47 screaming down from those clouds with all guns blazing, the clouds suddenly seem very very evil.
I’m lying on the ground in a wooded area with the sun shining through the colourful trees and plants as they sway gently in the tropical breeze. To my left is a car that I parked up a few minutes ago while I went foraging for herbal supplies. While the trees and plants were swaying gently my arm was thrashing violently. Why? Because it had a leopard attached to it.
With the launch of Battlefield 4 imminent it seems appropriate to take a moment to reflect on what made the older brother so fun to hang around with. I first tried playing Battlefield 3 when it was back in the public beta stage; and I found it more frustrating than trying to eat custard with a fork.