Okay, I wanna get this off my chest while it's still fresh in my mind.
Location: Firebase Ghost
Enemy: Geth
Difficulty: Silver
Teammates consisted of a Krogan... something (I forget), Salarian Infiltrator, Turian Soldier and myself as a Quarian Engineer. The match starts, the krogan dies a minute in and I rush to save him, freezing everything in my path while the sniper and turret kills/stuns stuff. He uses a medi-gel to get up as I'm reviving him, then a few seconds later, the round ends with my turret killing the last geth. Rounds 2-3 were uneventful as we all held our ground with a buddy.
Here's where things get ugly. Rounds 4-10, the krogan runs off on his own, gets killed/revived at least twice by someone else, and cements his place in fourth with me in first, doubling his score. Every time the krogan died, the dude who's controlling him was yelling "help, help" while slamming his space bar loud enough for us all to hear it. He wasn't killing very much, as was evident from his weapon choices: an Incisor and N7 Hurricane. I plug my headset in so I say "dude, stay with the group and you'll live a little longer". My request goes unheard and he dies again, far away from everyone. At this point in round 8, he's just dead weight, and I put him on the 'do not resuscitate' list. He screams for help and pounds his keyboard ad nauseum, hoping someone would get to him before he gets stomped on -- yay, he gets squished. This continues on until the middle of round 10, where we had to hack a server and 'hold the line'. I launched a missile at my feet, killing everything in our defend point. One by one, the team gets stomped out until I'm the last one standing (for a minute, anyway).
"Kevlar you fucking suck you fucking noob" went the pot that called the kettle black. I just lost it from here. I don't exactly remember everything I said, but I had to go Christian Bale on his ass: "LISTEN UP DIPSHIT. YOU WERE CLEARLY THE DEAD FUCKING WEIGHT IN THIS FUCKING TEAM, PLAYING A CLASS YOU OBVIOUSLY COULDN'T FUCKING HANDLE, USING WEAK WEAPONS YOU FUCKING COULDN'T PIERCE FUCKING WET CARDBOARD WITH, ALL WHILE FALLING LIKE A SACK OF SHIT, BEGGING US TO FUCKING HELP YOU ONLY FOR YOU AND YOUR SAVIOR TO FUCKING DIE A MOMENT LATER. MY FUCKING TURRET LASTED LONGER AND KILLED MORE THAN YOU! IT PRACTICALLY CARRIED YOUR SORRY ASS!" Then we argues back and forth for like a minute before thinking 'fuck this retard' and left the lobby.
I swear, if I rage at any more retards that make Derpy Hooves look sophisticated... actually, I dunno what I'm gonna do, because I would have died of an aneurysm.
Location: Firebase Ghost
Enemy: Geth
Difficulty: Silver
Teammates consisted of a Krogan... something (I forget), Salarian Infiltrator, Turian Soldier and myself as a Quarian Engineer. The match starts, the krogan dies a minute in and I rush to save him, freezing everything in my path while the sniper and turret kills/stuns stuff. He uses a medi-gel to get up as I'm reviving him, then a few seconds later, the round ends with my turret killing the last geth. Rounds 2-3 were uneventful as we all held our ground with a buddy.
Here's where things get ugly. Rounds 4-10, the krogan runs off on his own, gets killed/revived at least twice by someone else, and cements his place in fourth with me in first, doubling his score. Every time the krogan died, the dude who's controlling him was yelling "help, help" while slamming his space bar loud enough for us all to hear it. He wasn't killing very much, as was evident from his weapon choices: an Incisor and N7 Hurricane. I plug my headset in so I say "dude, stay with the group and you'll live a little longer". My request goes unheard and he dies again, far away from everyone. At this point in round 8, he's just dead weight, and I put him on the 'do not resuscitate' list. He screams for help and pounds his keyboard ad nauseum, hoping someone would get to him before he gets stomped on -- yay, he gets squished. This continues on until the middle of round 10, where we had to hack a server and 'hold the line'. I launched a missile at my feet, killing everything in our defend point. One by one, the team gets stomped out until I'm the last one standing (for a minute, anyway).
"Kevlar you fucking suck you fucking noob" went the pot that called the kettle black. I just lost it from here. I don't exactly remember everything I said, but I had to go Christian Bale on his ass: "LISTEN UP DIPSHIT. YOU WERE CLEARLY THE DEAD FUCKING WEIGHT IN THIS FUCKING TEAM, PLAYING A CLASS YOU OBVIOUSLY COULDN'T FUCKING HANDLE, USING WEAK WEAPONS YOU FUCKING COULDN'T PIERCE FUCKING WET CARDBOARD WITH, ALL WHILE FALLING LIKE A SACK OF SHIT, BEGGING US TO FUCKING HELP YOU ONLY FOR YOU AND YOUR SAVIOR TO FUCKING DIE A MOMENT LATER. MY FUCKING TURRET LASTED LONGER AND KILLED MORE THAN YOU! IT PRACTICALLY CARRIED YOUR SORRY ASS!" Then we argues back and forth for like a minute before thinking 'fuck this retard' and left the lobby.
I swear, if I rage at any more retards that make Derpy Hooves look sophisticated... actually, I dunno what I'm gonna do, because I would have died of an aneurysm.