Here's my latest commentary:
You're all to ****ing good at this game. I die a little inside each night I spend running around the maps killing no one and eating your torque bows.
My ::frustrated silence:: is becoming the rule rather than the exception. While Pickle was kind enough to point out my signature, there's a point at which your expections can go no lower. It's getting to a point where I'm starting to get turned off by my favorite game because it's becoming more rage-inducing than fun (and I'm pretty mellow by nature).
Not that it's any of your faults. Good for you and your skills. I either have to step it up or give it up.
*I'm just venting. I'm sure things will turn around for me ... someday*
