Friends and I early on realized shootouts weren’t much fun and between armor camping and odd-job it was just lame. We always played one shot kills and it equalized everything, even Odd-job–Theoretically smaller target but never was an issue. Then it didn’t matter much if you had an ar33 against a pp7, you still had to treat opponents like their bullets were real.
One shot kills still couldn’t make up for how fucking terrible that lawnmower engine Klobb was. Give me a pistol any day over that hunk of shit. Knives. Anything.
Phone my mate and get him over for a game of GoldenEye. Then fight over who gets to be odd job…
We eventually had to rule out oddjob for regular games. Always offered it to the friend who hadn’t played much before to even the playing field a bit.
Friends and I early on realized shootouts weren’t much fun and between armor camping and odd-job it was just lame. We always played one shot kills and it equalized everything, even Odd-job–Theoretically smaller target but never was an issue. Then it didn’t matter much if you had an ar33 against a pp7, you still had to treat opponents like their bullets were real.
One shot kills still couldn’t make up for how fucking terrible that lawnmower engine Klobb was. Give me a pistol any day over that hunk of shit. Knives. Anything.