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When I first played Fortress I decided to write up a kind of blog thing, akin to Livin' In Oblivion (google it) to see how long it actually takes to improve in a game that technically has no learning curve whatsoever. It was to be called ' Project Ubermensch' and it was dropped spectacularly quickly.
I picked it back up during Valve's free play weekend, the result is seven weird little reports on one hopeless Medic player's spectacularly awful missions, to be parceled out over the next six days.
I'm trying to be funny in them, so watch out for that.

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Log 1 Notes:
I've yet to see a doctor stereotype who didn't wear glasses, that's the main similarity I'm drawing in this. Glasses, killing things and doubtful doctorate application.
This log might imply that I learned something from my first mission. That implication, I assure you, is entirely inaccurate.

Log 2:
aka Return to Fort-Zwei, aka That Really Long Mission, aka That Chunk of Largely Unedited Drivel. This was the mission that made me pack it all in, and hopefully you'll be able to see why. Good lord, lag. Lag was really the last thing I needed. For some reason this heart-leadening curse is worse on the PS3 than the computer, presumably because the 'net connection is more tenuous, but extended periods of paralysis and subsequent explosions are bad news on any platform. Otherwise business was as usual - massive incompetence and repeated death.

Oh, and the phone number on the last page is not a real number. It isn't long enough to be in any area code on earth, so sorry about that.

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Description
When I first played Fortress I decided to write up a kind of blog thing, akin to Livin' In Oblivion (google it) to see how long it actually takes to improve in a game that technically has no learning curve whatsoever. It was to be called ' Project Ubermensch' and it was dropped spectacularly quickly.
I picked it back up during Valve's free play weekend, the result is seven weird little reports on one hopeless Medic player's spectacularly awful missions, to be parceled out over the next six days.
I'm trying to be funny in them, so watch out for that.

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Log 1 Notes:
I've yet to see a doctor stereotype who didn't wear glasses, that's the main similarity I'm drawing in this. Glasses, killing things and doubtful doctorate application.
This log might imply that I learned something from my first mission. That implication, I assure you, is entirely inaccurate.

Log 2:
aka Return to Fort-Zwei, aka That Really Long Mission, aka That Chunk of Largely Unedited Drivel. This was the mission that made me pack it all in, and hopefully you'll be able to see why. Good lord, lag. Lag was really the last thing I needed. For some reason this heart-leadening curse is worse on the PS3 than the computer, presumably because the 'net connection is more tenuous, but extended periods of paralysis and subsequent explosions are bad news on any platform. Otherwise business was as usual - massive incompetence and repeated death.

Oh, and the phone number on the last page is not a real number. It isn't long enough to be in any area code on earth, so sorry about that.

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