Battlefield 6 Outage Map

Community Discussion

Tips? Frustrations? Share them here. Useful comments include a description of the problem, city and postal code.

Beware of "support numbers" or "recovery" accounts that might be posted below. Make sure to report and downvote those comments. Avoid posting your personal information.

Battlefield 6 Issues Reports

Latest outage, problems and issue reports in social media:

• 
  zexirrr (@zexirrr4495) reported 2 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Fix crossplay on Xbox

• 
  Josiah (@josiahjdp) reported 3 minutes ago

  Cars drove past me. People looked out their windows. They saw a woman in a nice dress walking barefoot on the side of the road, carrying a leather folder. They probably thought I was crazy. Maybe I was. Or maybe I was finally seeing clearly for the first time. I started to think this wasn’t an accident. This wasn’t a fight that got out of control. My parents didn’t just lose their tempers. You don’t type up an invoice for $248,000 by accident. You don’t invite a boss to a party just to fire an employee by accident. This was a plan. They had sat down and planned this. They probably had dinner with Brooklyn and discussed it. They picked the date, my birthday. They picked the venue, their garden. They picked the audience, the family. It was a coordinated attack. It was an ambush. Why? The questions circled in my head. Why would they do this? I had been a good daughter. I got good grades. I got a good job. I never asked them for money. I was independent. And then it hit me. That was the problem. I was independent. I reached my apartment building. My feet were ***** and bleeding. My legs shook. I climbed the stairs because I didn’t want to see anyone in the elevator. I unlocked my door. My apartment was small. It was quiet. It smelled like lemon cleaner and old books. It was mine. I paid the rent. I bought the furniture. I dropped the leather portfolio on the floor. It made a heavy thud. I didn’t go to the kitchen to get water. I didn’t go to the bathroom to wash my feet. I went straight to my desk. I sat down and opened my laptop. The screen glowed blue. It was the only light in the room. I typed in my password. My fingers flew across the keys. I wasn’t crying. I wasn’t shaking anymore. I felt cold. A deep, icy cold inside my chest. My father thought he was smart. He was a businessman. He dealt with contracts and handshakes. He thought power was money and shouting. He didn’t understand my world. I am a data analyst. I understand patterns. I understand numbers. I understand how to find things that people want to hide. I opened a terminal window. The black box appeared on the screen with a blinking white cursor. It waited for my command. “Okay,” I said out loud to the empty room. My voice was raspy. “You want a war? We’ll have a war.” They thought they had taken everything from me. My car, my job, my family. But they forgot one thing. They forgot who I was. I wasn’t just their daughter anymore. I was a threat. And I was going to fight them on my battlefield. I was going to use data. I looked at the portfolio on the floor. For a long time, I didn’t touch it. It lay there like a dead animal. Finally, I reached down and picked it up. The leather was smooth. It smelled like my father’s office. It smelled like money and old cologne. I opened it again. I took out the single sheet of paper. It was printed on high‑quality linen paper. The header had my father’s consulting firm logo on it. That was a nice touch. He wanted to make it official. Invoice To: Maya Miller From: William and Alener Miller Date: December 12 Re: Repayment for services rendered I read the list again. Room and board, eighteen years: $180,000. Clothing and essentials: $25,000. Medical expenses: $15,000. Education (private school differential): $20,000. Inconvenience fee: $8,000. Total due: $248,000. I stared at the numbers. The zeros swam before my eyes. The inconvenience fee hurt the most. Eight thousand dollars for the inconvenience of having a child. Was that for the nights I cried as a baby? Was that for the times I got sick? I looked at the “room and board” line. I remembered my room. It was always cold. I wasn’t allowed to put posters on the walls. I wasn’t allowed to keep the door closed. It wasn’t a room. It was a storage space where they kept me.

• 
  aguyonhischair (@aguyonhischair) reported 4 minutes ago

  Battlefield 6 is broken AF! Bad matchmaking, poor hitreg and all the other **** that the devs are unable to fix. This is one of the worst games they have ever created in the Battlefield franchise. The devs should be ashamed of themselves! #BF6 @Battlefield #Battlefield6

• 
  Jouni Hulkkonen (@JouniHulkkonen) reported 4 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm The issue with the matchmaking is that it is trying to compensate way too hard with just a few players. Like i'll be playing with my friend and i get a team who is just afk and never plays the obj, meanwhile i am always trying to get to an obj and my team is just afk.

• 
  CODE RED - ECHO OUT NOW (@codereddub) reported 5 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm @T0TALfps None of this would be an issue if instead of shoving matchmaking down everyones throat yall just went back to using a damn server browser

• 
  Gbenga Samuel-Wemimo (@GbengaWemimo) reported 5 minutes ago

  Some men spend all day making decisions, solving problems, dealing with deadlines, managing employees, running businesses, protecting people, fixing situations, or carrying responsibilities that nobody else sees. When they get home, they don't want to brace themselves for another battle. They want to exhale. They want to know that the person they're building a life with isn't another source of unnecessary stress. That doesn’t mean there won’t be disagreements, bills, kids crying, and household chores to handle. It simply means the relationship itself isn’t another battlefield.

• 
  JP ✭ 🦌 (@jphilinTX) reported 6 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Audio - fix the dogshit audio

• 
  K PULSE 🌍 (@kelvinEda91) reported 11 minutes ago

  Someone sent me a DM asking: "How do I compete with people who have more money than me?" I told them: you don't. You compete where money doesn't matter. Big competitors have advantages: capital, brand recognition, bulk purchasing power. But they also have disadvantages: slow decision-making, high overhead, risk aversion, standardized service. Your edge is speed. Personal attention. Customization. The ability to change your offer by tomorrow morning because one customer asked for something different. I know a tailor who competes with big fashion brands. He doesn't have their marketing budget. But he remembers your name, your measurements, and that you prefer extra room in the shoulders. He delivers in 5 days, not 3 weeks. He texts you when your fabric is in. Big brands can't replicate that without becoming small. And they won't. So don't fight them on their battlefield. Fight them on yours.

• 
  VOH (English) (@H_Voice3) reported 11 minutes ago

  Former Interior Minister Mohammad Omar Daudzai During Republic: The So-Called Anti-Government Fronts Cannot Be an Alternative for Afghanistan; I Also Oppose the Resumption of War Former Interior Minister during the previous Republic, Mohammad Omar Daudzai, said that the activities of the so-called anti-government fronts cannot provide an alternative for Afghanistan, adding that any war backed by foreign support is not a solution to the country's problems but rather a cause of further disasters. Daudzai stressed that he personally opposes military confrontation and war against the Afghan government. He added that Afghanistan can no longer endure conflict and that armed warfare must not be reignited in the country. According to him, military opposition to the Afghan government is extremely difficult because the government exercises full control within Afghanistan and responds forcefully to any armed resistance. He said that, in the past, these groups were not given space to operate even in neighboring countries, but recently there have been signs that some neighboring states have provided them with an environment in which to resume their activities, leading to their renewed operations. Mohammad Omar Daudzai also stated that Pakistan's military establishment has recently become interested in seeing Afghanistan destabilized due to its deepening disagreements with the Afghan government. He further added that although the leaders of the so-called anti-government fronts are based in Western countries, he believes that Western governments do not seek to turn Afghanistan into a battlefield once again and are unlikely to provide these groups with military support.

• 
  E (@stellatogelato) reported 23 minutes ago

  @BattleNonSense Squad gameplay absolutely isn’t discussed nearly enough. Battlefield used to be centered around your squad and now that’s an afterthought. What would you fix/add in that area?

• 
  Orange_Vol1321 (@OrangeVol1321) reported 23 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Almost half the games in redsec when loading in just sits there at 20 or 30 people and never moves. This is the type of problems that need fixed. And the fire killing you just because you're running next to it is probably the biggest dumbass decision you all have made all year.

• 
  peppers dad (@Jayschroed80876) reported 24 minutes ago

  @DefiyantlyFree You sound idiotic now. The EU globalists run the disinfo campaigns too. Your knowledge of battlefield issues is zero.

• 
  வோல்ஃபோ ⚡🏹 (@volfo4Thamil) reported 27 minutes ago

  As Mahatma Gandhi walked toward the evening prayer meeting at Birla House in New Delhi, Nathuram Godse stepped out of the crowd. Pretending to bow in respect, he moved within arm's length, drew a small Italian pistol, and fired three shots. Within seconds, the Father of the Nation was dead. The day was 30 January 1948. Nearly eight decades later, one question remains only partially answered: How did that pistol reach Godse? The weapon was a Beretta Model 1934, chambered in .380 ACP. It was no ordinary firearm. During the Second World War, it had been the service pistol of an Italian Army officer serving under Benito Mussolini's Fascist regime during the Italian campaign in Abyssinia (present-day Ethiopia). In 1941, after his unit surrendered to the Gwalior Regiment of the British Indian Army, the officer formally handed the pistol to Colonel V. V. Joshi. After the war, Colonel Joshi brought it back to India as a battlefield trophy. History's irony could hardly be greater: the pistol that would one day kill the world's most influential advocate of non-violence had once been issued to an officer serving under Mussolini's Fascist regime. And then... The trail begins to disappear. The official investigation concluded that the pistol eventually reached Godse through an illegal arms network in Gwalior with the assistance of several individuals linked to the Hindu Mahasabha. Yet the alleged arms dealer who supplied the weapon was never charged with conspiracy in the assassination. In court, he appeared only as a prosecution witness. Even more remarkably, investigators were never able to establish the complete chain of custody explaining how Colonel V. V. Joshi's legally owned war trophy passed from one hand to another before ending up in the assassin's possession. The missing links have never been fully recovered. Some of the people believed to have handled the weapon vanished. Others refused to speak. Even members of Godse's own family later admitted that they never learned the complete story of how the pistol had been obtained. The trial ended. The sentences were carried out. History moved on. But the journey of the Beretta did not. To this day, historians can identify where the pistol began its journey, and where it ended. What remains uncertain is everything in between.

• 
  sevdarizz (@sevdarizz) reported 30 minutes ago

  @Baby_Boyyyyy @Logic_Engine @tyminski_marek Saudi Arabia won't be making any games aside from Battlefield, EA Sports FC, and more live service slop, retard.

• 
  Nev Rhea (@NevRhea) reported 30 minutes ago

  @RollingHedge This snippet of his latest drop, despite being in the section of the interview with Pete Blaber, is applicable to anything, even the Farage inner circus itself: 《[...]It’s this disconnected chain of command … trying to make decisions and solve problems and then injecting those decisions and those solutions into the battlefield. And guys who can see everything, hear everything, know what the right thing to do [i.e those on the ground] — are, you know, nothing more than gnomes who have to obey these mindless orders from the starship.[...]》