Hello all,
First thread start, been playing for about 6 months now.
I'd like to draw everyone's attention to something you are all keenly aware of already. I know that sounds redundant, but hear me out.
You've heard it from the start, the moment the countdown hits 1 it begins like a chorus. You heard it all the time on Naked Mike day, and every time a female character runs out of money, you're bound to hear it at least once or twice. X+Q= it, and by it, if you hadn't already guessed (one must make allowances for those of us with brain tumors), is the noble whistle.
I know you all hate charging valiantly into battle, hair blowing in the breeze, sun beating down on your glistening armor in all of it's glory as you charge headlong into glorious battle (or perhaps you're just peasant rushing with your pitchfork, Mr. "I retire every week"), and that moment comes crashing down as an arrow or bolt or throwing star to the head knocks you back into the helpless ranks of the free-cam freeloader. And it makes you hate the ranged weapons, fills you with a rage you haven't felt since jenny-jiggle-jugs spurned you at the high-school dance, and you swear to god and everything that is holy under the sun that you will bring down a wrath upon those archers the likes of which Genghis Khan would blush to witness. And that's all well and good (in fact we could all stand to harbor a little more wrath). But you must remember one eternal, redeeming fact; you have archers too
So remember the next time you're preparing to meet the incoming hoards of the damned, saber in hand, and you notice one of the legion of evil making a beeline towards one of your very own archers, to shout out a whistle. It only takes half a second. X-Q...that's all it takes to save a life. And when that archer lands a head-shot on some unsuspecting SOB that sends the poor bastard into a spiral of whining and swearing which ends with a rage-quit, you can smile glibly to yourself, confident in the knowledge that this time, that one is half yours.
