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I wrote a review for this game quite a long time ago, but by now that I think about it I like playing Arma for none of the reasons that I had talked about. Previously I had talked about the mechanics that Bohemia had put into the base game, but I've now come to realize that Arma has become one of those games that are instead defined by the people that play it and mod it. You can take my word for it that Arma is well worth your time if you get a group of talented players/scenario creators, but if you need more proof then allow me to ramble on about a particularly rememberable instance that was thanks to the group I happened to have found, if for nothing else but to write a 'love letter' to people so gratious enough to let me tag along.
The scenario of the day was as follows: Me along with the rest of our group of about six were highered by the powers that be within NATO and the US (cus reasons I assume) to go to some base on some island to find something. Don't worry, we would know it when we see it. They gave us an A-10 and several helicoptors of sorts so it was expended to run into a lot of unfriendly locals.
We were also told not to take anything larger then 7.62 or Homing. So we ended up with a pilot on call, a Squad Leader, MG gunner, a guy with a handy dandy target designator, a medic, and myself. Given that I often times opt to do medic duties I was lost for a role, so I just picked up the highest caliber, semi-automatic sniper I could find, slapped a suppressor and scope on it and went with everyone else to the helicoptors. The pilot checked the helicopter to make sure everything was fine, while we sat in the back making jokes.
"I went to Chasington once," someone yelled over the helicoptors rotors. "It was like this!"
After an uneventful ride to the forested area we were to land, we make our way up a small hillside to overlook the adjacent valley. Directly in front of us we find a small house surrounded by troops and an armored car. They seem to outnumber us. We each pick a target, mine being a man barely visible behind a window. The fight would begin on the SL's word. After a few seconds he stands up from our position and lets loose a grenade towards the truck, followed in quick succession by my rifle shot and the MG to finish up the rest. In a matter of a few noisy seconds and some well placed shots we clear the house.
Then another group on the hillside opposite ours tears into us for tearing into their friends. Immediately we lose our Designator, along with the MG and myself taking a round while we all retreated to a rock for cover. The SL gets on his radio to talk to our Air while me and someone else fire back at the two guys shooting us. We both drop them after a minute, and our very frazzled selves make it to yet another hill that overlooks the base, bringing the armored car with us.
I will say this about Arma, they manage to make some impressive views when it comes to scale. When we crested the hill we could see for miles across a sparsely wooded valley with a town and military base at its end. The base was our target. And next to our target was a very scary, and very operable Self-Propelled gun guarded by some troops. We all collectively ♥♥♥♥ a brick foundation and the SL gets on his talkie to radio the A-10. The pilot tells us he'll be there in five minutes and to keep the tank lazered. Good thing we grabbed the designator off our dead guy.
To pass the time we muse about the tank, how many people are in the valley, and what the A-10 run will look like. I hobble over to the guy holding the designator and ask him for the range to the infantry. I provides a number and I range the rifle. The A-10 begins to swoop in and we can barely hear it. We can however see two bombs drop from its wings and impact the tank. The plum of fire reaches forty meters in the sky. We all cheer a bit and plan our next move off the hill and to the base. The pilot tell us there are dozens of guys in the base so we decide to hang back for a bit.
"Hey, can I take a shot at those guys by the tank?" I ask our SL.
"Go for it."
With immeasurable glee I grab up the new designator guy and make him my spotter. He constantly gives me the distance to the group of guys running to the tank. I take aim at the lead man and fire off a shot that explodes on the guy's upper body, sending him backwards. As the designator makes a comment about the hit I take aim at the second guy and fire off three more shots. One of them impacts the guy in the leg and he falls to the ground. Satisfied, and with new orders to get in the truck I stop shooting.
Unbeknownst to us there are atleast fifty people coming up the hill at us after that airstike. In the interest of time lets just say that we got pretty shot up and retreated back a ways with three out of the original five that landed. After quite some time we get some reinforcments and grab another, much larger helicopter to take us right to the base. Apparently we were running out of options. Its me and the newly spawned Designator dangling over the Chinooks back ramp, our SL and MG gunner on the two guns and our medic in the center.
Halfway to the base our medic 'falls' out of the helicopter and manages to safetly land somewhere with a parachute. We have a laugh about it and start to fly over the base. Round start to ping off the sides of the heli as our pilot yells for the side gunners to shoot back. The sparadic firing escalates to a full on machine gun barrage right up at us. Round start to ping around the rear ramp and into the cargo bay. The guy next to me on the ramp takes several rounds and falls out of the back. The pilot yells that we have a fuel leak and we rapidly descend towards the dirt.
We impact the ground and thankfully don't explode. Yet. The pilot yells for everyone to get out. We spread out and deal with the few stragglers that are still shooting at us. We weight our options and decide to just walk into the base. As carefully as possible we sneak into the base, taking a round in our direction here or there. After entering the main gate we are greeted by the rotting welcoming committee. In the base's assembly area are about fifty dead bodies and some blown out vehicles. Thank god for air support.
We move up to the building and assemble at the front door. Someone inside fires a shot through the door and we rethink our decisions. We decide to throw every grenade we have through the door to the hiding troops. Afterwards, me and the pilot charge into the house and double tap the guys inside. We then start to look around for whatever it is we were supposed to find.
They were right, we would know it when we see it. We grab as much of it as we can each hold and haul ♥♥♥ out the way we came. We leave in such a hurry no one notices that our MG gunner takes a shot and dies a little ways from the gate. We regroup near some trees on our way to a car nearby. We look back to see where our gunner is, but a round hitting the tree by us convinces us to leave on the car anyways.
I jump into the driver seat with the pilot in the passenger spot and the SL riding in the back. I haul ♥♥♥ down the road to get away from the base. After awhile we slow down, have a laugh about everything, and the pilot directs me back to base.
For continuitie sake the mission apparently ended as follows: the people who hired us said they weren't gonna pay us for finding their package, but our SL threatned to tell on them about what was actually inside. They shut up, pay us, and we go on our merry and blood-soaked way. A funny end to a great time of a scenario created by the pilot. Since then he's made and found a lot more. Sometimes in these scenarios I'm on a .50 cal covering a squad, sometimes I'm defusing an IED in the middle of a crowded street as people watch me, and sometimes I'm even leading a squad. However, thanks to the group I play this game with, it is never dull.