Maybe, recoil seems a bit much. Though it’s still night and day compared to running up a hill with a bolt action waiting to be mown down.
You do still run up the hill and get mown down or course, but you feel more as though you’re in a more equal fight.
Find someone who loves you as much as Gaijin hates British tanks is a good mantra for life.
Could it be something to do with you mowing them all down when you’re on the other side to them possibly? Like, maybe they never learn, or have a positive enough experience to think that they might eventually? So they go and find something a bit more forgiving instead. This is part of my point.
And frankly don’t assume I have a problem with sharks mowing down hordes of newbies. Quite the opposite, long may it continue. Just don’t run out of newbies.
Indeed it’s pretty much the thing that I liked about it. The sheer brutality. 100 hours in and played a map I haven’t seen before, or a part of a map I didn’t recognise. So the ‘I don’t have a clue what I’m doing here’ kicked in again. Though if told to take an MG bunker you wouldn’t know about that sniper position, or the tank that’s already racked up 30 kills shelling the same area. It’s really quite realistic.
In Afghanistan we were told there was a person of interest in a compound and we were to get a monkey in there. You can’t see through the armour of a Ridgeback, could vaguely see a compound / village ahead through the windscreen up front. You don’t know the layout, whether they’re doing the washing up or sitting in ambush. Whether they’re armed with a vicious slice of mango or a Dushka.
Can’t imagine why. It’s a mystery I tells you.
Maybe if the retards were given a taste of the higher level gameplay but against other similarly retarded folk every now and again? King of the dunghill, only for those with a < 0.5 KD ratio over a decent number of matches. Or maybe objective is to capture an armoury which has gucci semi / auto weapons in it? Blow up a bridge so no vehicles can get in, raining and cloudy so no Stukas taking the piss. All sorts of options.
Course the Marshalls toting leet skillz and wielding the premium unlockiness of Doom wouldn’t even know it was happening as they wouldn’t be invited.
But they might find that the fishies, having been fed, grew a little.