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War Thunder: A High-Stakes Therapy Session for Masochists and Pyromaniacs

Ah, War Thunder—where dreams of soaring like an ace pilot or commanding a fearsome tank are promptly shot down by an 11-year-old in a biplane with a potato gun or a missle that was fired by a jet 20km away. This game is less of a flight simulator and more of a mental endurance test wrapped in explosions and shrapnel. It’s as if the developers asked themselves, “How can we make frustration feel like a feature?”

Let’s start with the matchmaking. Picture this: you just unlocked your shiny new tank, lovingly grinding for hours, and are promptly sent into a battle where your teammates are using slingshots and your enemies are apparently piloting weapons developed in 2045. You’ll spend more time in the respawn menu than actually playing, and every death is accompanied by the haunting thought, “Maybe I should’ve just played Minecraft.”

And then there are the planes. Oh, the planes! You think you're in control until your wings decide they’ve had enough of this life and yeet themselves into oblivion because you sneezed while pulling up. The flight mechanics are so realistic that they actively remind you why you’re not a pilot. Every dogfight is a glorious combination of barrel rolls and panicked screaming, culminating in a fiery crash that your enemies probably didn’t even notice.

Let’s not forget the Ground Realistic Battles, where you’re driving a tank so slow you start to wonder if walking to Berlin might be faster. It’s all fun and games until you get sniped by an enemy who’s been camping since the Truman administration. Oh, and the repair costs? They’re so high that I’m pretty sure Gaijin is running a secret side hustle as a loan shark.

The community? Chef’s kiss. It’s like a toxic cocktail of actual WWII historians, hyper-competitive tryhards, and casual players just trying to survive. You’ll get unsolicited lectures on historical accuracy while being obliterated by a plane that somehow defies both history and physics.

But you know what? I keep coming back. Why? Because War Thunder isn’t just a game; it’s a lifestyle. It’s the Stockholm syndrome of gaming. The small victories—a well-timed snipe, a perfectly executed dive bomb—are so intoxicating that they make you forget the pain. And that’s how they get you.

In conclusion, War Thunder is the digital equivalent of stepping on a Lego repeatedly while being cheered on by a crowd of sadistic spectators. But it’s my Lego, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything else. 10/10 would cry and play again.


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I suffer from something called "RWR Syndrome" its when in the nights you sweat so much your sheets are drenched because of the sound of the Radar Warning System beeping in your ears. IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU, PLAY AT YOUR OWN DISCRESSION

Fun

Great and fun game