Ragequitters don’t know how good they have it
It’s a fact of life for anyone who plays modern games online… people are going to get their shorts bunched up if you do better than them and rage quit. It’s just how it goes.
Sometimes it’s funny… sometimes it’s annoying… but it is always going to happen.
I can’t stand it, honestly. If I’m getting my ass kicked on Madden, I want to keep playing against this guy so I can learn what he’s doing right and I’m doing wrong. Nobody is going to improve by quitting every time the going gets rough.
I also can’t help but realize that these punk kids and whiny college guys that moan when they rage quit never knew the day of the video arcade. I can’t help but think that they don’t know how good they have it.
Back then, if you were getting creamed by the other player you had to take it like a man. It was bad enough to be the guy who couldn’t block anything the guy controlling Ryu wanted to do to ya, you didn’t dare turn and walk away from the machine. It didn’t matter that you were 400,000 points behind in that doubles game of Galaga… you finished it out rather than run away.
Call it a code of honor. Call it a sign of the times. Call it what you will, but I can’t help but feel that someone walking off in the middle of that Mortal Kombat II game in the mid-nineties wouldn’t have been allowed back into the video arcade. They’d have to hang their head in shame and start playing at the Discovery Zone down the road, taking on little kids next to the big plastic slide and foam rock climbing wall.
Ragequitters today don’t know how good they have it. They can disconnect from XBox Live and return to their Jersey Shore marathon without anyone pointing and laughing at them and still be welcomed back the next time they want to play.
It’s the coward’s way, but it’s the only way they know.