My friend made good on his promise for BF4 action and we finally tackled Naval Strike together. It's an interesting mix of maps that are all very Paracel Storm-ish. I hadn't played BF for a month so I was hella rusty. Funny thing? Me and friend were the top two guys on our team. Needless to say, we lost that round by a significant margin. It's not a good look when the top two guys are rusty-ass vets trying to get their legs back. We lost game after game and our only win was the last one we played. At least we ended on a good note. It was a really close game. I'm glad our team pulled through. We made some pretty clutch caps at the end.
More Second Wave LP's. I won't bore you with the details.
Love Sick, however, is making some actual progress. A throwaway transition scene has somehow morphed into a relationship defining moment. I love it when accidents like these happen. They're totally unplanned but occur by the mere collision of two great characters. That's what they mean when they say stories have a life of their own.
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