My apologies - Love, buttercup

An open letter to all Team Fortress 2 players on the Net (ha-ha):

Hello, this is buttercup.

I'm sorry I'm not a very good medic yet.

I'm sorry for all the times I finally reached ubercharge and then fell behind and lost you a few seconds after we charged into the fray. My movements skills are still pretty crude (after all, the last time I played this sort of game was Doom 2!).

I'm sorry for all the times I ran all the way around the map the long way (or wandered in tunnels or buildings for several minutes) before finally getting back to my team.

And for my own sake, I'm sorry for all those times I ran in the wrong direction and ended up in the enemy's camp, a lost little medic with no defenses and very little in the way of a gun (that's a very short life).

And thank you to all the patient, understanding guys on various teams who have given me kind off-hand comments, tips, instructions or generally yelled "MEDIC!!!" and trusted me to help them out as they ran headlong into the enemy's camp.

It's only been 4 or 5 hours of gameplay so far, and already I understand why it's called "TEAM" Fortress.

Someday perhaps, buttercup will be the medic that everyone wants at their back (like Jello56, whose example inspires me). Until then, at least I'm having fun with the hubby!

Meanwhile... I've got bookshelves to organize. And children to play with. No more gaming for the moment!

Update: Oops. Make that 14 hours of gameplay since I started. Three times more than I thought. The typical 1:3 subjective time warp ratio has already occurred. Oy!