I have recently realised that - contrary to common belief - there is actually something far more irritating in this world than a frustratingly suave Rod Stewart or the agonisingly dull sport of golf; something so annoying, in fact, that it positively makes my blood boil at the very thought of it and has me chomping at the bit for hours on end. Well, what’s got me tied up in knots? God-damn stat-crunching, that’s what.
I mean, it’s hard to deny that we’re getting into a rather dubious and dirty habit of mindlessly chasing after the next promotion or ravenously hunting down that extra bonus with the rise of the likes of Call of Duty: Modern Warfare and Battlefield: Bad Company looming over us, isn’t it? Whatever happened to having a good time, for heaven’s sake? While this stat-bashing gameplay can be a great incentive if handled well, far too many players now seem to be forgetting about and thus abandoning the virtues of teamwork and camaraderie due to pursuing that oh-so shiny advancement just over the horizon.
The thing is, does it even matter? Any idiot can slither to the highest peak if they put in enough man-hours, after all. Instead of dem

She’ll also assume that you’re a bit of a nerd compensating for something else, as well.
Guys and girls, is this what you signed up online for? I thought that we were here to have fun together. Isn’t that the point of internet gaming in the first place?
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