My initial forray into the highly competitive on-line world was a clarifying induction into the motivating etiquette, that profusely saturates this evocative experience. Condescending references to your apparently inept capabilities as an on-line competitor, will be repeatedly called into disrepute, with berating almost slanderous terms of averment are hurled unceremoniously at you, via questionable acts of anarchy to your person. Which include questionably stray grenades, continued aversion to your sympathetic pleads for assistance, or just continued procrastinating hostility, vocally brandished with such venomous malice, accompanied by a varying array of excessive, though eloquently dispersed language that seems to imply that you’re collectively a homosexual, that your happily feed on the accusers excrement and perish, that you’re a females reproductive organ, and all this while they simultaneously engage in nocturnal copulation with my mother–well words to that effect anyway. Their erratic and misplaced gesticulating aside, one of the most frequented referrals that reverberates across all simulated cyberspace, is an endearing noun colloquially known as “Noob”.
This highly prominent, though contradictory reference, appears to be collectively applied to anyone who hinders a team through rookie conduct, thereby rendering a teams progression mute. Or conversely, in the abstract minds of these preachers of sanity, the word noob can also be evenly distributed to those that possess the minute semblance of ingenuity and endeavour to defeat said opposition, with a vague understanding of the concept. Somehow demonstrating the individual acuity to actually achieve what the game was designed for, whether that’s killing the opponent, scoring a goal, winning a race or whatever, it’s somehow a disrespectful proposition. Noob is a term of endearment, seemingly heightening, emotional response when you, an inferior specimen incapable of cerebral responses, appropriate thumb dexterity or the capability of forming a sentence without the continued supervision of a skilled nurse, can demonstrate such proficient ascendancy to such an adventitious position, and then efficient enough to defeat a superior, self-proclaimed demigod. Your thereby left with seemingly sparse options of consideration. 1. You can furrow your brow in agitation, search extensively on-line for the person, via the elegantly formulated pseudonym the proprietor of contentious hate uses, reveal the individual’s identity and location, prior to digressing which of he’s testis should be removed first–of course this is all in the assumption that the person in question possesses such extremities. 2. The far less glamorous, or even less unconscionable alternative to such destructive on-line criticisms, is to quit. Or embrace the third option, which is to get better.
Improving your performance is really the only acceptable recourse if you want to participate on-line, and its only through dogged determination that your be capable of achieving this amicable target. I’ve certainly observed significant alterations to my averages, inherit changes to my maneuvers and what can vaguely be described as tactical acuteness to the continuously shifting variables. I don’t particularly aspire to attain notoriety from opposition, to only be referred to in hushed tones and barely audible whispers of infamy–not that my “skill” would ever ascend to anything more than acceptable, but nor do I strive for the demoralising implications of persistent defeat. Being great is almost unconsciously thrust upon you, as though your either good, or as good as dead. Though Co-op offers interspersed relief, your still heavily reliant on your associates, with some lacking the required skill to aid you in such instances, which ultimately leaves you adopting a more surrogate position in the group to an errant children, squabbling incoherently amongst themselves. I have no quarrels with losing consecutive matches, specifically at the controls of highly motivated individual, gloating and berating with unsequestered hysteria of my inevitable deliverance, but even with the stoutest of resilience, your patience will eventually diminish. Such pretences are matter of delicacy, winning isn’t everything, but it certainly has an impact on your confidence as well as you acceptability for on-line gaming. I time, with enough personal progression, you could be revered, rather than shunned…..maybe.
Can you still enjoy a game despite consistent loses? And do you really need to be good to get the most out of on-line play? Let me know what you guys think. Cheers.