Source: Phontomen LP
‘What the hell am I playing?’
There come times in a man’s life where he is humbled to accept imperfection, to not be such a perfectionist as to dump everything away for one or two niggling, annoying, unchangeable details, however, hope that, by accepting the faulty and putting effort towards making it not so, they will change it can also blind a man towards receiving undue suffering and leave him unhappy and wanting.
So in this time where there is neither perfection nor hope, a man must look to the current moment for things which will make him happy, amuse, and sustain him in the now, to preserve him for greater things which may yet come, or see him content in his final hours.
That is why I have returned to Armored Warfare, even though it is as dead as a graveyard, it amuses me where other games of it’s like frustrate me to no end. It says I can have my fun and, for lack of being able to change, seemingly will always say that, though the maddening excitement for expansion and endless growth of that fun, of hope, be as gone as the dead are in their graves, like the roots of a plant slamming against the cold hardened clay of a flowerpot. As final as reality.
So, in the interest of maintaining my sanity, I will take the easy route to entertainment, dawning my piss-colored Crown, as it were for I look like a fool for making such a moral fuss of the game, and slip through the hatch and beneath the armor of the one tank that, of all the tanks I have played, actually feels like one.
The only question now is, do you care to watch me?
The game can be downloaded here, if you care for amusement without hope: https://aw.my.com/us
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