Trying to do the "rescue the gnome" cheevo last night was most chuckle-some. Bobby is too good a shot to be burdened with our porcelain friend, and Kalmar didn't like the way it looked at him (which probably wasn't helped by Bobby and I saying things like "I'm watching you, player!" in gnome voices) so it fell to muggins here to carry the cunt for 95% of the time. I didn't adjust my play style, however, so I was still on point but carrying a gnome.
It also allowed me to add "Bobby, if you don't get out of that chopper and pick up this gnome the whole thing has been for nothing" to the list of things I never thought I'd say.
We didn't make it, by the way. We came close on the first try (Bobby was alive and in the chopper and I was juiced up on adrenaline and only about twenty yards away when a tank punched the gnome out of my hands - I went back to fetch him, but was stabbing X in panic and picked it up and dropped it again and then got incapped) and were in a really good position for our second try but the game glitched out and didn't send a chopper