You wait patiently. The room is yours. You are the only occupant. Any minute now the game will start and you will be able to show off your skills. You utilize your time while you wait playing out your strategies in your head. You check your weapons classes to see that they are optimized for the havoc you plan to release on your opponents. You’re confident… relaxed… you’re ready! You stare anxiously at the screen waiting for it to begin.

What you fail to realize, however, is that there is a storm coming…

Your wait is ending… a player appears… then another one. A few seconds pass. All of a sudden the room busts into life! The teams are split and you notice the clan tag…STL!. You tell yourself “I can’t wait to show these guys how bad they suck”.

The board is chose. Couldn’t be a better choice. This is your favorite board and you excel with dispatching your enemies here. You choose your favorite custom weapons class. It’s on now! The countdown begins…10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1!

Quickly you run toward your opponent’s location. Seconds later… you’re a spectator. “What the hell happened?” You watch in horror as your team is picked off… one…by…one. This seems to be the routine for the entire match. You and your team are executed at will.

The game is now over. The final score tells the tale of the slaughter that has taken place. You are left only with the laughs of your opponents.

You are angry to have your ass handed to you in a matter that seems to shadow all other embarrassments in your life.

You were humiliated…

You were beaten…

You were… SILENCED!