there was this one quest in wotlk with some plague doctor and a stitch abom we had to control to fight waves of mobs and then the doctor would show up.
it took me like 2 hours to do that quest. i kept either dying during the waves or someone would wait for the doctor to spawn, tag it, and kill it.
if blizz had been a human in my room, and I had had a ball peen hammer in my hand, I might be writing this from prison.
Hey, this gives me an idea: when gaming, load up my bar for bicep curls. When something pegs my rage meter, I can walk over to the rack and bang out ten real quick.
I’ll talk to myself out loud. Like, “WHAT? Are you seriously…WHAT? C’MON! Oh my…DO THE THING THE THING OMG!”
Gloriously inactionable, doesn’t cause distress to other people in the game, and allows me to express my frustration without taking it out on someone, because I have a barrier between my brain and what my fingers actually type out in game.
Then if I HAVE TO, and I feel like it’d actually help, I’ll type in, “Hey guys, if you’re going to race ahead and lock people out of the boss fight make sure you can solo the boss in less than ten minutes”.
I don’t rage about games. Not worth energy, if a game is that stressful, then one needs to find something else to do for relaxation. Getting mad about a game is an exercise in futility.
After about an hour of getting stomped in any new dark souls game…I usually tell my xbox to eat one or im going to throw it out the window. One time though I uninstalled the game and didnt come back for like a year and half
I’ve broken a couple cellphones by throwing them at the floor. Back when I had dsl internet my microwave and occasionally a cell call would actually cut our internet out. I wouldn’t say it was the act of it occurring so much as when I heard the microwave start or a phone call I basically knew doom was coming for my game and I was secretly hoping that “this time it wouldn’t d/c”