War Robots Anger Therapy (Ranting Allowed, duh)

So, a thread that is an exact replica of the subforum... hey, whatever floats your boat! I'll even start...

Clubbers almost killed my desire to play b4 I found a clan back in the old MM days. About a year ago, in fact.

When the insane MM matchups post League got insane before settling.

When the tankers outnumber the non-tanker in Silver... 1 or 2 level 8 or less hangars and the rest all 11s or 12s. Silver isn't just lower leveled weapons and bots, but the folks there are mostly not experienced enough to even hold their own against Champ and Master level players that decide to drop. Just about quit when it was affecting every damn game and keeping me from getting into Gold. Hell, I was looking like one too as I was at least a Gold 1 or Diamond player as far as weapon levels were concerned. Qualifiers would come around and for a very long stretch, I would either have droppers/faders on my team or the Reds would have 11s and 12s on theirs. For many days, every Qualifying game. Almost quit for sure that time frame.

Ya know, MM is the main reason I have ever thought about quitting... game play, balance, people, are all fine by me.

Now, I only care what league I am in depending on how many tankers are in it. In my case, Diamond is a LOT better than Gold. So, I will actively try to at least stay here. If I rise, I rise. If not, oh well.

Will prolly quit if they get too P2W or don't fix the lag.

I hate Gekkos.

Am done.

Just two things that have been making me angry about this game that this seems like as good a place as any to rant about.

1. It now requires too much thought to effectively play this game. It's supposed to be a PvP shoot-em-up, but there are so many bots and weapons with distinct strengths and weaknesses that you have to constantly be acutely aware of what weapons do and don't work against which bots, and which bots do and don't hold up well against which weapons. And ranges. And speeds. And special abilities. I can't remember what I had for breakfast, never mind all that other crap. And if you can remember all that, you then have to guess right every time you spawn a new bot that your setup will hold up against what's out there. I usually guess wrong. And if you can do all that, then you have to recognize every little shadow out there and analyze what category it fits in and whether or not to engage, assuming that choice hasn't already been made for you, usually in a second or less, and if there's one thing that's more ?poo-poo? than my mind, it's my eyesight. And Pix just compounds all of this every time they decide the game needs a re-balance.  Things were so much simpler when it was just a bunch of Destriers and Cossacks running around shooting each other and not capping beacons because they didn't know any better. 

2. Every other player. I don't like my idiot teammates who have no idea of the concept of teamwork, and I don't like those buttholes on the other team who keep shredding the crap out of my bots before my thumb can find the fire button. Lately that's been just about everybody. 

I'm getting more disillusioned by the day. One step forward, ten steps back. I'm trying to just gave fun with it, but there's just too much crap constantly pissing me off. I think it's time to take a long break. Upgrade stuff as long as the silver holds out and then decide if I want to keep subjecting myself to this misery. 

Oh, and 3 - Clans.  They suck. 

That is all. 

1. It's a grind fest.
2. It is bad for phones.
3. It's unbalanced af.

I should have clarified -- it's not the clans I play against that suck (well, except for the tanker clans), it's the ones I play with.

But what the hell... what is this magic you speak of?

I don't know what angers me more: players who camp at the back of the moon hoping for a shot with a trebuchet, or players who have a sniper hanger for a game with very few long range maps. Or maybe it's the players who don't cap beacons and run suicide missions against bots they can't beat (example-i witnessed a golem try to take out a lance with a plasma set up, or when a fellow griffin flew into the middle of dead city when there were three guys waiting with plasma and he didn't en touch the ground before he died.)