Ed reflects on his time on Paracel Storm.
Sometimes all you can say is “I was there”. And possibly, “I did my bit”. Earlier this summer, I flew to Stockholm in Sweden to participate in my very first 64-player match of Battlefield 4, a game that is to glistening Chinese skyscrapers what a drunk driver is to a curbside snowman. The journey itself was a breathtaking tale of everyday heroism, in which I courageously attempted to list some Swedish celebrities over dinner and at one point got lost in an airport. And the hands-on? Well, the waters are murkier.