Shellshoked announces (wrongly) that I'm camping the enemy base. On TS I inform him I'm just stealing a tank to make good my escape after being shot down. I simultaneously shoot him in the head to make my point. Thoroughly chastised he chooses to remain silent. One must respect a wise man.
Later Gav takes me like a drunken prom date
and I tell him 'nice shot' but instead of replying he merely takes me again as I respawn (the cheeky bas...fellow. Twice in 10 seconds, I don’t know if I’d brag about that.). Anyhow, it’s about time for me to quit so I decide to let it drop and say goodnight. I leave the game and disconnect from TS. I'm still puzzled by the chilly reception on TS but I realize most of the voices I've heard all night have that distinctive sound particular to people from the other side of the pond. I assume that maybe they were having trouble with my 'accent' and resolve to talk more clearly and distinctly in the future. I also resolve to use simpler words and words containing fewer syllables to enhance our future attempts at communication. Much the same way as I do when talking to my southern friends.
That's when I saw the mute button on my microphone cable had been depressed throughout the night. I previously didn’t know I had such a device.
Upon seeing this I let slip a series of monosyllable words which cause my wife’s eyebrows to rise. Kind of a ‘face lift in a sentence’ deal. As a cosmetic procedure it has very limited potential as those same eyebrows quickly came crashing down and began angling toward the bridge of her nose. Even botox lasts longer then that. I notice this and manage to finish about three words short of requiring some kind of microphone-ectomy. My manhood intact I forcefully click the mic button in the manliest way possible and shut down the system. Then I slink outside. Manliness only goes so far, at least if you want to keep it.
All-in-all I’d have to rate the whole night a C+.
This means that talking whilst engaging the enemy is impossible unless you want to be an easy kill.
