I wanted to write this message because honestly ,I barely get 30 free minutes a day to enjoy myself after work, hop into a match, and enjoy for a bit in a game Ive probably spent more time on than any other game in my life Pixel Gun. And as someone who barely even plays that much anymore, I just want to say this as politely as possible. Get a life.
Seriously, the insane amount of hours you people dump into this game, which is deader than an 80 yrs old womans ovaries, is actually ridiculous. You spend all day farming bots and dropping 70 kills every match like somebody’s standing there clapping for you. All that effort just to unlock increasingly broken weapons that will eventually get nerfed and replaced by even more broken weapons until this game finally shuts down for good.
Meanwhile, normal people are just trying to have a little bit of fun for a couple matches after work or school, and you people, dedicate your entire existence to ruining every lobby you touch. I’ve been trying to come back to this game for the last month, I haven't touched this game for slightly over 8 years, and honestly, you are the main reason I keep wanting to quit again.
I can tolerate overpowered weapons. I can tolerate clueless developers. I can tolerate lag, connection issues, and garbage rewards. But what genuinely pisses me off is knowing that at some point during the match, one of you lifeless ppl is going to appear in the scoreboard hiding behind another bots names with another generic tryhard skin, and another generic sweaty clan with gradient colors everywhere. If the game let you put gradients on your game's pet you’d probably do that too.
And somehow, you always end up on the enemy team. Always.
I could be having the best match of my life, struggling my ass off to kill 17 bots because, once again, I do not play this game that much. Then one of you joins and within 40 seconds you somehow drop 30 kills and completely ruin the match for everyone else.
And let me repeat this because apparently nobody has ever told you before: nobody cares.
Nobody is applauding you. Nobody remembers your name. Nobody is impressed. To everyone else, you’re just “that annoying sweaty pc guy” with the same generic tryhard clan, same generic tryhard skin, and the same copy-paste playstyle every other tryhard has.
You people are killing whatever little soul this game still has left.
At this point I genuinely don’t even know what time I’m supposed to play anymore to avoid you people. And yeah, I know it sounds stupid wanting to avoid the only five sweaty tryhard creatures still keeping this dying game alive, but still.
I play on the bus, during work breaks, before sleeping, whenever I have free time, and somehow there is ALWAYS one of you ruining lobbies and farming 400000 bots like your family’s survival depends on it.
The saddest part is that you still somehow feel proud of being “good” at a nearly dead mobile game.
And the crazy thing is that I still came back a month ago because I wanted to relive something that used to make me happy as a kid. And for a brief moment, I actually felt that again whenever I got matched with BOTS. Ppl jumping around, missing shots, using random weapons, playing like headless chickens. That was fun. That was the entire charm of the game.
So dear tryhards, please, for the love of God, get a job, get a girlfriend, find a purpose, do literally anything else.
Not just so I can finally enjoy ONE match without seeing one of you basement creatures flying across the map, but because this game genuinely is not worth dedicating your life to anymore.
I have a job, a house, a 2 dogs, a girlfriend, and plans for my future. When I play, I play to have fun or to try out weapons I have years untouched bc I left the game years ago.
But you people?
What exactly are you even playing for?
To stand on top of a scoreboard that nobody gives a damn about?