These spring to mind. Add your own moments of hatred.
1. Do not prevent me from escaping the shit ridden hell you have heaped upon me. Any time I press the escape key I expect a menu. One of the options, preferably chiseled in stone so you don't fucking forget it, should be quit.
Making me wait for the next level to load in your Dante-esque decent to the bottom of the bros-killing-bros torture pit before I can quit is like punching me in the dick. Stay away from my dick.
2. Server browser. Do. You. Speak it motherfucker? In the fucking game. And unless your game is a co-op finger-painting rock-band for toddlers, don't you fucking dare force match making on me. Sure, as an option, but I don't just walk into a restaurant and yell "Surprise me assholes!", because that surprise might be a poop-sandwich. I want to see the server called "24/7 ~{respawnz!!!}~ Newbfuxzor shitpalace" so I know to never go there.
3. You lazy fucking cock-charmer console-to-pc porters: Let me adjust the goddamned sensitivity. Yes, I know that little timmy-xbox can't aim worth a fuck without some seriously fucked up settings. And I get that you might not have the time to find another decent control scheme. So let me - I can handle it. Just give me the fucking options to decide how to best wrangle the shit-elemental you've birthed into the digital world, and I will.
TL;DR - Go fuck yourself.
1. Do not prevent me from escaping the shit ridden hell you have heaped upon me. Any time I press the escape key I expect a menu. One of the options, preferably chiseled in stone so you don't fucking forget it, should be quit.
Making me wait for the next level to load in your Dante-esque decent to the bottom of the bros-killing-bros torture pit before I can quit is like punching me in the dick. Stay away from my dick.
2. Server browser. Do. You. Speak it motherfucker? In the fucking game. And unless your game is a co-op finger-painting rock-band for toddlers, don't you fucking dare force match making on me. Sure, as an option, but I don't just walk into a restaurant and yell "Surprise me assholes!", because that surprise might be a poop-sandwich. I want to see the server called "24/7 ~{respawnz!!!}~ Newbfuxzor shitpalace" so I know to never go there.
3. You lazy fucking cock-charmer console-to-pc porters: Let me adjust the goddamned sensitivity. Yes, I know that little timmy-xbox can't aim worth a fuck without some seriously fucked up settings. And I get that you might not have the time to find another decent control scheme. So let me - I can handle it. Just give me the fucking options to decide how to best wrangle the shit-elemental you've birthed into the digital world, and I will.
TL;DR - Go fuck yourself.