Before we start. For those that don’t know what tea bagging is, take a look at Wikipedia entry (NSFW) or Urban Dictionary. In video games to “tea bag” someone means you repeatedly crouch on the head of their corpse.
Tea bagging in Bad Company 2 is something I find amusing. Not in the act of doing it, but how bloody stupid it is for people to do. If you’re in regular mode, it is fine, the kill cam centers on you (the killer) and you can tea bag them in a fashion you know they’ll see. But I play mostly hardcore these days and I still see people doing it. The problem is there is no kill cam or any real way of knowing where the camera “lands” on in what direction. Sometimes I see people “tea bagging” remotely, in other words they are just crouching repeatedly where they are (and not on your head).
It really is… well.. pointless. Doing it remotely, while we might see it, is no longer tea bagging. Plus most of the people do it just to be douche bags. For the little 16 year olds running about tea bagging those they kill because they think they are “l33t”. Please, feel free to go back to Halo at any time. I know those Halo players love to be douche bags and tea bag each other in the most homoerotic manner they can possibly conjure up. Little ones should just have your little tea bagging love fest in Reach, and leave Bad Company 2 to the adults.
Really, you won’t see me tea bagging people. Why? Because you won’t hear the shot that kills you. You’ll have no idea where I am. In all likelihood, you’ll never see me. I am, as the phrase goes, a ghost in the mist. I’ve very good at sniping. I enjoy watching watching you die through my scope, from half a map away, oblivious to my existence until it is too late. Oh, you might call me a camping whore, but the fact that I can shoot you, on the move… taking into account bullet flight time, your trajectory, the bullets trajectory and fall… requires skill. Your use of an LMG on full auto requires no skill other than that which is known as “spray and pray”.
So you tea bag me because you’ve mastered the art of pointing in the generally correct direction and applying lead until someone dies… and I’ll just keep smiling as I watch you dance to your .50 caliber death.