Hey there.
I started playing Overwatch the moment it came out, enjoyed the hell out of it, found myself pleasantly surprised at my ability to take it casually and yet still care about winning enough to put in the proper amount of effort and loved pretty much every second of it. My friends quickly got into it, we played ladder together and had a wonderful time.
I played the first few seasons and quit. It was too stressful for me: school was hard, my relationship was failing and my home life was on the decline, so much so that I was talking to counselors, police officers and being visited by CPS. Personal life aside, I took a break with very few moments of re-visitation.
I’ve come back pretty solidly in the last two seasons, actually completed my placement matches and enjoyed myself to maybe 1/10th the extent I originally did years ago. Why? This game is the most saddening, depressing, infuriating, toxic and vile game I own.
Ladder, for me, is as follows:
- Join a game
- Be the first to load in, pick favorite DPS or off-tank or main-heal
- Be instantly picked over, now having three DPS, only one tank (me, an off-tank) or only one healer
- Immediate bickering and arguing, accusations and insults
- Someone leaves voice chat, if not a two or three-stack leaving voice chat together
- Pick what’s missing even though I don’t enjoy it, but I don’t mind because it’s for the betterment of the team and the game
At this point, it can go one of two ways:
- We start winning, bickering simmers down, match is finished out with a victory and we all disband with no good chatter, no compliments and no positivity
- or We start losing, the people who picked over those who first picked are now yelling at the tanks and the healers, as well as the DPS who they don’t think are picking up the slack. One of the healers switches to DPS while cursing at everyone over mic, claiming they’ll win the game single-handedly. One of the tanks switches to DPS and claims the same. We now have one healer and one tank, which is still doable. We lose the first round.
Second round comes and everyone is antsy and full of anger, mostly directed at each other.
We stick with the same team comp that we arrived at through impatience and rage last round. It can now go one of two ways again.
- We start to win, bickering is still low, anger is bottled, and we end in a victory or a draw
- or We start to lose, people are literally screaming over mic at this point, people are being told to kill themselves, people are threatening to r*pe one another and kill people’s families. We end in a loss. People instantly leave or leave while screaming.
Winning happens more often than losing does. It feels great. I get giddy, I smile like an idiot, I feel like I just finished a marathon, all shaky and ecstatic, but losing is harrowing. Losing is like witnessing an abusive relationship or domestic violence: half the time it’s triggering and reminds me of my r*pe and the abuse I went through at home because of the language used and the threats hurdled at one another, and the other half it’s just unpleasant and sad to witness.
The depravity in this community is alarming. How can I go more than 20 games in a row without any positivity? How can a person keep playing a game where ever 40 minutes they’re told to die, threatened, screamed at, accused of purposefully ruining everyone’s time, told to stop playing games and get off the internet? How is this game sustainable for anyone?
It isn’t for me. I’m sad to leave this game, but I am personally gone. The community that has been fostered around it is so aggressive, threatening and toxic that I can no longer spend time in it without feeling completely empty or having my PTSD creep back.
I don’t have a solution. I’m sorry for this negative post.