Your riveting presence in the on-line community is always a fraught with conspicuous ambiguity. Often your best efforts become deferred by your forced support, with any distinguishable valour muted by the unpredictable nature of your partners astuteness. The majority of your exploits is spent reducing the collateral damage of the ineptness of indecisive gamers that exhibit all the impressive lucidity of an inebriated tortoise and present the dexterous cranial precision of a sieve addled Goldfish. You compromise supremacy for limiting the deferential deftness of the opposition with the only conceivable way to combat such a diverse range combative integration, is by enlisting the aid of suitably capable friends. Not an easy task when considering the various encumbrances that prevent the fluidity of recruitment, so its imperative that you diagnose potential friends with specified preferences rather than simply saturating your friends list. But it’s not necessary about ability, but about collaborative unity of social compatibility.
Currently I have an estimated alliance of approximately 20 virtual friends, some of whom have become a regulatory presence in my expeditions; whether advocating and aiding me in specified directives or simply an excuse to lark around like giddy, unintelligible provocateurs, there is always an excuse to fraternize. But after a self applied, though reluctant hiatus by one distinct friend–one I had resolutely convinced myself would be an indefinite absence–finally after a 6 month interval the prodigal compatriot returned and was a rejuvenating lift from the mandatory tedium that often accost my on-line prerogatives. After a brief synopsis that surmised his inflicted purgatory from viral connectivity, a finalised assessment of his depreciated skills due to his adverse visibility and obligatory jovial banter we once again bind, and strike anxiety into the minds of on-line community, with our infinite collaborative skills fused together, parrying and pivoting others less refined antagonistic countenance. Well to be more specific, much of our preliminary sparring were dictated by our comparative inability to penetrate the opposition with any piercing force, with failing becoming an abundant continuity. Game after game, lose after lose. A catalogue of errors, decreased momentum, with all the pace of a melting ice cream and all the earnest aggression of a sleeping kitten. We were tentative, demonstrating increased frailty in the face of imposing contention; and I couldn’t have been happier under the circumstances.
Boisterous exchanges between our respective earpieces, often distracted by our intimate conferrals and a concession of professional stability, but in the context of such socially integrated correspondences with a compatriot of similar charismatic disposition. Yes perhaps we weren’t as aggressive as we could have been or establishing any efficient camaraderie with other members of our proposed team, with a less than welcoming ambiance. But losing with such succession has never been so absorbing.
Do you enjoy the kinship of on-line collaborators? Let me know what you guys think. Cheers.