Well I had my first Conduit rage quit and was quite the epic ragequit. Anyone who knows me probably knows I have a temper and a very low tolerance for frustration. During the SAT's because I had to sit and wait for the end of the section before I could continue, thus wasting my time by dragging out the test, I almost crushed my pencil into two pieces. Oh man and every time the proctor said 5 minutes remaining, boy did that get on my nerves.

Anyway for several games in a row I was playing with a group of people who were pretty much on my level. There's nothing wrong with that, in fact thats a good thing. What does piss me off though is having my kills stolen. For an entire match EVERY SINGLE ENGAGEMENT I got into went like this. I attack person. Person and me get into heated fire fight. I'm about to finish off person. Person got me down to about half health. Guy comes along and kills person as I'm about to get off the finishing shot. Kill is stolen. I am weakened and need to reload. Guy kills me as he has a full clip. I die.

It went like that or variations of that involving 4 people all attacking me at the same time for several consecutive matches. Not to mention the mini team. It seems a couple of friends were talking to eachother via the phone or skype or the like and were working cooperatively as a team. This was especially a pain in ASE football where one guy held the ASE and the other ambushed me every time I went to kill his buddy. Then in quick matches they just ran around together teaming up on people. AKA CHEATERS.

After several rounds of this I just couldn't take it anymore and then came the most epic ragequit I've had to date. My original wrist strap has been immune to everything and my TV remains unscathed, that is until today. My wrist strap was ripped to shreds from the wiimote. My couch and chair got a pummeling. My chair especially which now has a permanent handprint from my fist. My soda cans were crushed by bare feet. A box of Cheezeits has been exploded via screwdriver impalement which was rather dumb on my part as there are crumbs everywhere now

There was no permanent damage done to anything really important. Some minor permanent damage to the chair and bed but nothing that will make it unusable. And my hand got but up a bit on the wood but I'm used to that and I'm like a masachist light so I tote it proudly in a sense. Oh and a bitemark on my nunchuck.

To all of you who are like "oh my such an angry child you need help its just a game" don't lie. You've thrown down the controller in rage. Everyone who's played a reasonable amount of games that doesn't have the patience of a saint has had one of these moments. Its true. Besides sometimes breaking **** is the best therapy am I right?

Therapists should just have a really nice room, give you a baseball bat, and say go. That'd be an awesome business. Anyway steams been blown, all calmed down

I don't ragequit often and they're usually not this bad but after an hour of having my kills stolen EVERY SINGLE TIME. Keep in mind I mean this literally. EVERY. TIME. I just snapped.

(I control myself better with people around )