We’ve all been there. I doesn’t matter what the game or console is.

You’re losing, no, more than that, you’re inexplicably, unbelievably losing. It should be business as usual right now, coasting along while thinking about what you’re going to have for dinner. But instead you’re being simultaneously pounded like old beef by some Ukrainian 12 year old and mocked voraciously in a language you don’t understand. Your insides are aflame with fury, the controller feels like it’s the wrong size, or maybe it’s your hands. You drag one of them to your face to wipe away tears of frustration only to replace it with palm sweat. The temptation to tombstone your PC/Console/Parents/Partner/Pets is building inside you like a heartburn tornado. Now comes the worst part: you adjust what you’re doing in a desperate attempt to regain ground, and you start getting smashed even harder than before.

Inevitably, your inner cup of rage runneth over and you grievously assault your controller/desk/self and storm away from the game. If you’re streaming you know you’ll end up on a rage compilation video somewhere, this understandably makes you even angrier. Is your misery being exploited? Is that against your human rights?