So, I used to play the hell outta team deathmatch in just about any game. It was a great stress reliever. Sometimes, it was the first four Call of Duty games, or maybe Quake, or Perfect Dark Zero (used to LOVE Infection.) Then, I finished college, got married, started a family, and settled into a real job. I also got more and more annoyed with the diminishing quality of the other players. Not their skill, but their mouths. I hit a point where a) I got tired of spending time with people that equate anonymity with a chance to finally unleash their inner fucktard, and b) my gaming hours were more happily spent alone, enveloping myself in a bad-ass story.