feeling like a personal insult. Every slide-cancel felt sluggish, and his kill-cam was a stuttering mess. He wasn't playing on a toaster; he had a "beast of a rig," yet the frame rate refused to budge, as if his PC had decided 45 was the speed limit for life.
feeling like a personal insult. Every slide-cancel felt sluggish, and his kill-cam was a stuttering mess. He wasn't playing on a toaster; he had a "beast of a rig," yet the frame rate refused to budge, as if his PC had decided 45 was the speed limit for life.