Thursday, February 23, 2012

Annoying gamer archetypes

One thing a gamer - male or female, young or old, new or experienced - always has to face are clueless idiots. Shitstains so vile it makes babies diapers smell like roses. Idiots so utterly stupid that a negative range on the IQ scale has to be created just for them.

I've been playing DotA on and off since I was 15. That means I've seen my fair share of incompetent, incoherent, babbling morons and have developed mental immunity accordingly. However, some days an idiot just happens to be so amazingly rude or irritating that I go batshit and lose all sense of composure.

List of gamer-types that piss me off completely:

1. The Sore Loser

The sore loser, when getting thrashed, becomes increasingly agitated and in denial of his impending defeat. After all, who are these strangers to defeat him, a DotA veteran with a years worth of gold membership AND is a leader of a clan ? Therefore they MUST be hacking! To save face, he must quickly point out this injustice to anyone willing to hear, so that people will understand that his opponent's victory was obtained only through means of cheating.

In DotA, they will be the ones crying 'mh he mh sohai fuck so noob use maphack btr don play la!' then subsequently pressing alt+QQ and leaving the game. When he is then branded a leaver, he justifies it by saying 'there's no point playing with hackers.'

In CS, they will be the ones whining about aimbot, recoil and wall hack when they die inexplicably (to them). Usually, their cause of death is pretty obvious to anyone else spectating, but to the 'sore loser,' he must have died BECAUSE THE OPPONENT IS HACKING! They will then exit to the channel and whine about the person hacking while copypasting the offender's name repeatedly to make sure that no one falls prey to 'dat noob waller sohai.'


2. The LC kia

The LC kia will not shut up about how pro he is and will repeatedly insult you to establish how absolutely fucking godlike he is and how much better than you at this game he is. There are 2 types of LC kia. The first type are the noob LC kias, who talk a LOT when they can actually kill people, presumably to highlight the brightest part of their otherwise shitty gaming career. When they're losing, they will suddenly become extremely quiet OR turn into Unbearable Idiot Type 1 - The Sore Loser (see above). They will only break their silence to say 'FUK U NOOB HAHA' when they somehow manage to kill an opponent.

The second type of LC kia are the players who are actually good at what they are doing. They'd be pleasant players to game with if not for their impossibly big ego. Their favourite lines are: 'don't waste my time la noob' and 'play with you also make me wanna zzz la.' If you face an opponent like this, I'm sorry for you because basically you can do nothing to make them shut up about their achievements and just how bad YOU are at this game. Even if the Pro LC kia is on your side, it's fucking embarrassing to play with them because they're so unbearably smug and disrespectful to other players who are probably just trying to play the game in peace.


3. The 'I always win' guy

Examples of an IAW player in DotA:

- On the losing team playing a carry: Supporters don't know how to support and gank.
- On the winning team playing a carry: I'm awesome. You all won because I farmed so fast and am incredibly skilled.
- On the losing team playing a supporter: Sohai carries keep feeding! So noob go play AI la.
- On the winning team playing a supporter: Fuckers you think you can win without my support ah?

Examples of an IAW player in CS:

- On the winning team and is alive: Haha oppo fucking noob! o0o
- On the winning team and is dead: Sohai teammates dono backup one
- On the losing team and is alive: I'm not fucking camping la, not my fault u all so noob go die first!
- On the losing team and is dead: My team is fucking shit


4. The MCP

MCP being male chauvinist pig aka misogynist. The MCP will hunt down and harass female gamers like a homing missile. Typically, they will try to be friendly and soon move into creep-zone when they start to ask you how big your boobs are or whether you are a virgin. When they get shut down by the girls he approaches (understandably so) he will become a raging sexist who refuses to lose to a woman.

Examples of an MCP:

When he beats a girl, he will say that girls shouldn't be playing games cause they suck. Optionally, he will make a kitchen or sandwich joke if he is a 9gag retard.

When he loses to a girl, it's because 'I gave chance ma, since you are a girl. :)' If he played SERIOUSLY, she would obviously stand no chance against him. After all, girls have absolutely 0 skills in gaming, right?

*****

Obviously there are many more archetypes of gamers that are irritating, such as leavers, hackers and people who can't think of any insults that don't involve your mother/sister/entire family line. However, I find these 4 are the ones that grate on my nerves the most.

I've come a long way in anger management, but no one's perfect. Except maybe Mother Theresa or something. That said, let me end this post with a conversation I had today with an idiot who conveniently falls into at least 3 of the above archetypes.

This was after days of him alternating between ignoring me and insulting in public. I gave him a final warning to stop calling me a 'cb kia' for no good reason and he responded by hurling even more insults, including the all-time favourite 'o0o', 'lcly sohai like to bully noob' and 'xiao qi' (easily angered). I barely interact with him besides the occasional 'hello, wanna play with us?' whenever I see him and asking his age once.

I kicked and banned him from the game I was hosting and thought that was the end of it. Apparently not. He decided to show his 'non-rage' and how really very OK he was with me kicking him - by harassing me further via private message.


RaGe_BaI3y_GARY said (23:55):
 pls ban me ok

Stephaniee said (23:55):
 already done dear
 no need to remind me
 now go mind your own business pls

RaGe_BaI3y_GARY said (23:56):
 lol
 sohai

Stephaniee said (23:56):
 :)

RaGe_BaI3y_GARY said (23:56):
 u r gay lou lai xiao qi lai they bo lampa de hahaha

Stephaniee said (23:57):
 when you can speak english come and talk to me
 also, grow a set of balls and some common sense


RaGe_BaI3y_GARY said (23:57):
 show english lo
 sry pro english

Stephaniee said (23:58):
 sry pro gary
 i've been nothing but nice to you all along
 and all you can do
 is talk cock
 then come diu me
 again
 and again
 for no reason
 fucking retarded
 you so rude then call ppl xiao qi

RaGe_BaI3y_GARY said (23:58):
 i got fuck u?

Stephaniee said (23:58):
 go learn some manners la old man
 now not fucking?
 bo lanpa?
 gaylou?
 no fucking ah?
 what is your definition then?
 you're a fucking egotistical maniac

RaGe_BaI3y_GARY said (23:59):
 nvm ba u not boy lai so sry u r girl go suck dick ba

Stephaniee said (23:59):
 learn how to speak nicely and maybe people won't be offended
 ha
 bring up the topic of sex
 typical uneducated idiot
 go play some dota la
 feed more rage more
 now goodbye
 useless dickshit

RaGe_BaI3y_GARY said (00:00):
 goodblye lo see u i will run 1 u so geli

*****
Lowlifes must always have the last word, don't they?
Here's a useful pyramid of arguments that I found:


He basically bounced between the bottom three tiers before hurling that one last line that was probably meant to offend me, but just sounded hilarious coming from the likes of him.

I'm sorry that I lost my temper, my sometimes you have to lose your composure to avoid losing your sanity. That's just the way it is.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Routine

It is the 16th of February. Besides being the 3rd anniversary of me and my bf getting together, it's also the day where I am exactly 10 days from leaving home, back to my dreary existence in Melbourne.

As if my existence here isn't dreary as well. *snorts* The mild depression that comes with a seemingly inescapable routine has begun to set in. Today, after a particularly frustrating round of DotA, my boy looked at me with weariness in his face.

"Wake up, work, play, sleep. Wake up, work, play, sleep. Every day the same routine."

I didn't know what to say to comfort him, because I feel the same thing every single damn day. I guess in my case, it's my fault for not trying to create excitement in my life. I mean yes, I just had a day trip to Melaka with my friends, I finally learned how to bake cupcakes, I met up with some of my favourite people for catch-up chats...but after all that is over, I feel myself sinking back into the abyss of boring, spirit-numbing routine again.

Every hobby I was once passionate about has lost their flame. Gaming has lost it's excitement, like silver that's lost it's shine. Everything seems tarnished and dull. I used to love to draw although I wasn't particularly good at it. As I progressed through art school, my love for design ignited, spread uncontrollably like a flame across a sea of oil...and then it was suddenly, inexplicably put out by the cold splash of reality.

I'm never going to get anywhere by being mediocre. I'm being honest with myself. My drawing is mediocre. My gaming is mediocre (if I don't completely suck.) My social life is mediocre. Hell, even my FACE is mediocre.

At the beginning of the previous year, I was full of determination to never cut myself slack, to push myself to rise above my peers and shine. I don't know what happened halfway through.

I keep wanting to get up and fight the resistance that blankets my will and rise again like a phoenix from the flames.

Nope. Not happening.

I KNOW it's my fault that I'm stuck in a rut. I KNOW I can get past it. Every time I write a post like this, I'm fighting an internal war with myself. I'm torn between the rational self, saying that all this whining is unnecessary, and the pessimistic self that is willing myself to fail. None of it makes sense. I don't know how to explain it. It's like when people who have never experienced depression before say that depressed people are all faking it and that they could snap out of it just like that. *snaps*

It's the same with me now, except that instead of being stuck in the well of depression, I'm stuck in the hell that is self-sabotage.

I miss the times where I felt strong, smart, beautiful and invincible. Once upon a time, people used to tell me that I was all those things. I wonder if I REALLY was all that, or that I only felt that way  because other people seem to believe that I was.

Anyhow, I can feel people's faith in me start to slip. People no longer believe that I can come out on top, they no longer believe I can survive a setback, overcome an obstacle. They SAY I can, but I see in their eyes that they are full of doubt. Those words are just a comfort to themselves, hoping that saying them aloud will somehow make them come true, because they still love me despite my failure to achieve the great heights that they have set for me.

I wonder if people fall into these kinds of ruts all the time, or it's just me who throws pity parties all the time.

I want to believe in myself again. There's a sense of repetition in the way I always turn to my blog when I'm down. I've been through this before. I'm sure if I look back at old blog posts I'd see the same rants, the same pessimism, the same whining. And then after that, the renewed vitality, the will to fight returning.

With every low there's a high. It's just so hard to see the light of the sky when you're buried in an abyss a thousand miles deep, with dirt suffocating you and earthworms shitting on your head.

I don't want to go back to Melbourne. Leaving home fills me with a sense of dread. In a way, I know it represents my reluctance to leave a life of dependence and financial stability. My mom feeds me, shelters me, buys me new clothes. My boyfriend accompanies me, fetches me place to place, kisses me on the forehead when he knows I need it.

Leaving home means leaving all that stability behind. Whenever I step off the plane onto Australian soil, I can feel the life of solidarity and responsibility weighing down on me. One step closer to the life where I'm responsible for sustaining myself. Showing up to work on time, impressing the bosses, bringing the bread home, managing finances...*buries head in palms*

I'm like a bird refusing to leave it's nest. I want to stay home, with my head buried in my mom's feathery embrace, with my bf bringing home worms to fill my growling tummy.

Okay, that was a terrible analogy. What did I say? I'm bleeding out. I don't see a bright and happy future. I'm afraid of being locked into the terrible dungeon that is work routine, coming home everyday exhausted and seeing my boy in the same condition as I am.

They said to think of life as a journey - what matters is not the destination, but how you get there.

Well, I really want to get to my desired station asap: happily married, with a comfortable home away from Malaysia, a stable job that I don't hate and isn't too stressful. How am I going to get there? I have no clue.

Anyway, rant over. I can't stand myself when I'm in this state. I'm particularly pathetic and vulnerable when I'm whining about my (actually very good) life.

Next post will be cheerful, I promise. Happy things or nothing at all.

I'm out.