Just finished watching a compilation of gamers raging (funnily, a big bulk of them were Swedish), and then I thought to myself that hey, I'm a pretty calm computer gamer, but I've had my moments - not full out explosive rage (Except once, I'll get to that), but definitely moments of loud "argh!"-ing to myself and stuff. Now, with some self-awareness I've cut that out, cus... that's something a human can learn, to control one's behavior. It's often mistaken for "supression", but you don't supress anger - you teach yourself to react in a calmer way, it's often that simple. When I royally fuck up now, at worst, I will simply rage quit, that is, turn the game right off without saving, and do something else.
My worst personal moment was aided by a dying mouse. It was a terrible combination actually: A slow, unresponsive mouse + Rockstar Games (Bully, to be specific)
This could only go one way - I ended up yanking the mouse right off its wire, and then - filled with adrenaline, I held it high up above my head, and ka-slammed it right into the floor, virtually disintegrating it into a million pieces. My hand actually bled afterwards, from several cuts, that I can only imagine must have been from shrapnel o_o
It was a good oportunity to buy a new mouse. That is the only significant moment of game-rage for me though, as I am typically a calm guy.
The best one I've experienced myself though, came from the combination of: Rockstar Games (GTA Vice City) + me : )
It was at a "campus"-like setup for a small animation- and film school, where I went for a year just to fill my life with something (Scandinavian folkehøgskole), either way, me and a friend went to hang out at a bud's dorm room, while he was playing GTA Vice City.
We remember this, don't we - the ultra-precision demanded from any Rockstar game, he was trying to complete some race - and he couldn't - and he couldn't - and he couldn't, and all it took to fail, was the most minimal imperfection, the most minimal skid on the road, anything that hinted at -not perfect- would obviously fail the race, in good GTA spirit.
Each time he failed I laaaaaaauuuuughed it out, and mockingly cheered him on, with demonic insincere support "Try again, buddy, we believe in you! ='''D"
He hated us, he hated me, he hated GTA, he hated everything, his head was red, especially so, because he had a shaved head, he was just fuming!
Then, at some or other number of attempts, he just hit the breaking point
"MISSION FAILED!" and he let out this guttural scream, and both his fists just turned into speed-blurs, he shattered both his coffee cup and his keyboard, the latter split in half, and coffeecup shards, coffee and loose keys rained down over us
Next few moments he sat there, catching his breath, and surveying the destruction around him, while I laaaughed and laaaaaaaughed and laaaa-aaa-aaaaaaughed
(Oh and that rage-compilation had that angry lil German kid also, I had forgotten about that one, what does he rage so hard about? I don't understand German, but I'm getting the impression he is waiting for something to load? Maybe I'm just getting tricked by the germanicness of it, being Norwegian I might be hearing things that aren't there, or something)
My worst personal moment was aided by a dying mouse. It was a terrible combination actually: A slow, unresponsive mouse + Rockstar Games (Bully, to be specific)
This could only go one way - I ended up yanking the mouse right off its wire, and then - filled with adrenaline, I held it high up above my head, and ka-slammed it right into the floor, virtually disintegrating it into a million pieces. My hand actually bled afterwards, from several cuts, that I can only imagine must have been from shrapnel o_o
It was a good oportunity to buy a new mouse. That is the only significant moment of game-rage for me though, as I am typically a calm guy.
The best one I've experienced myself though, came from the combination of: Rockstar Games (GTA Vice City) + me : )
It was at a "campus"-like setup for a small animation- and film school, where I went for a year just to fill my life with something (Scandinavian folkehøgskole), either way, me and a friend went to hang out at a bud's dorm room, while he was playing GTA Vice City.
We remember this, don't we - the ultra-precision demanded from any Rockstar game, he was trying to complete some race - and he couldn't - and he couldn't - and he couldn't, and all it took to fail, was the most minimal imperfection, the most minimal skid on the road, anything that hinted at -not perfect- would obviously fail the race, in good GTA spirit.
Each time he failed I laaaaaaauuuuughed it out, and mockingly cheered him on, with demonic insincere support "Try again, buddy, we believe in you! ='''D"
He hated us, he hated me, he hated GTA, he hated everything, his head was red, especially so, because he had a shaved head, he was just fuming!
Then, at some or other number of attempts, he just hit the breaking point
"MISSION FAILED!" and he let out this guttural scream, and both his fists just turned into speed-blurs, he shattered both his coffee cup and his keyboard, the latter split in half, and coffeecup shards, coffee and loose keys rained down over us
Next few moments he sat there, catching his breath, and surveying the destruction around him, while I laaaughed and laaaaaaaughed and laaaa-aaa-aaaaaaughed
(Oh and that rage-compilation had that angry lil German kid also, I had forgotten about that one, what does he rage so hard about? I don't understand German, but I'm getting the impression he is waiting for something to load? Maybe I'm just getting tricked by the germanicness of it, being Norwegian I might be hearing things that aren't there, or something)
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