Like, way way waaaaay better
Mama didn’t raise no fool. We’ve heard about all aboutBattlefield 1‘shorse-riding options, but I’ll politely decline. See these tanks? Yeah, sign me up for one of those.
Call me crazy, but I feel a little bit safer inside the impenetrable metal box. I suppose mustard gas can still get in, but I’ll take my chances. At least I’m not perched atop a wild steed like some sort of top-point target in a shooting gallery.
