This is exactly what WoW progression raiding feels like but with 8 people instead of 20, play if you want to know exactly what it feels like to completely give up hope on the future of the human race. There was never any inkling, before this experience, that some dark force rules over those I share a discord server with. In fact, I consider many of them my closest friends. But after a few hours of this game with those men who I call my "homies," or "compadres;" I've learned that even the kindest hearts may be bound to truly twisted, hopeless minds. Aerospace engineers who can't figure out how to get off my head, computer scientists who can't block a lazer, and then there's me, a lowly humanities major stuck in the middle of the chaos, screaming for respite from the hopeless maelstrom of subtly acrid viscous stupidity that spun each and every one of these hopeless fools into a depth of fury not yet witnessed in this several years of friendship.