I want to like this game, and when it works I do. But that's unfortunately very often not the case. Nonstop issues connecting to matches. Waiting in queue for 30+ mins, just for it to have an error and put you back at the end of the queue is not acceptable. Star Citizen is significantly more stable and even ARK Ascended is more stable than this game. Let that sink in. Crashes every couple of hours, always at the worst time (i.e flying a helicopter that you just spent rank points on or are full of teammates). I'm a patient person, but this is beyond a reasonable level of crashing. This is borderline broken. And people blame the mods but the base game has virtually no content. No tanks, no attack heli's, 2 APC's, a russian jeep-like vehicle and its variants, and Humvee and Jeep variants. The devs are heavily relying on and counting on the community to make all the assets for the game. I mean its perfect for them. They don't have to spend money and time making the assets, and then if they are buggy, devs can just blame it on 3rd party mods. Its win win for them.

"Arma Reforger: My Therapist Told Me I Needed More Open Spaces...

...So I bought Arma Reforger. Now I spend hours running across vast, empty fields, occasionally getting sniped from a bush I didn't even know existed. It's incredibly therapeutic, if your idea of therapy involves intense existential dread and the occasional burst of gunfire.

Pros:

Beautiful graphics (for all the trees you'll be hiding behind).
Unmatched immersion (you can almost feel the loneliness).
A great way to test your patience (and your monitor's durability after you rage-quit).

Cons:

Spawns feel less like a tactical decision and more like a lottery ticket for immediate death.
My squadmates are either tactical geniuses or actual potatoes. There's no in-between.
My K/D ratio looks like a phone number for a very depressed clown.

Overall: If you enjoy a good jog with a side of high-stakes hide-and-seek, and don't mind the occasional crippling defeat, then Reforger is for you. It's basically digital purgatory, but with better explosions."

It’s 1989. The Cold War is raging, I’ve got a Marlboro hanging off my lip, and Europe After The Rain playing on my Walkman. I’m solo, recon, creeping through the woods, when I hear a particular sound.

Not gunfire. Not radio static.

I stop cold. That chirp? That’s not just any beep. That’s the unmistakable sound of poverty on the proximity chat. I lean in. Another chirp. Confirmed: PlayStation player detected. Dude’s gaming section 8 style, hiding in a bush, ripping the bong two feet from his dying smoke alarm like it’s part of the ambiance.

He didn’t even hear me coming. Too busy lagging on the Wendy's Wi-Fi with Cheeto dust on his sticks and grape swisher smoke in the air. I settled in behind him, whispered “Wut dat beepin is?,” and blew his dome piece off before the next chirp.

Overall pretty solid.