There will be times where you will be the most serious game of your life, where you have a four man squad, limited on resources and scavanging for anything useful. Despairity will hit you as you witness each of your brothers fall in battle. You are the last man alive in the squad, desperatly trying to survive as you get killed from a long range sniper. You died a hero's death. Your brothers realised what just happened and remain silent. Until you jump into the next game and all hell goes loose. Sneks are being formed everywhere, people doing 420 forward backlips left and right, people accomplishing the next moon landing mission with bikes going over 200km/h over hill screaming "content" as they soar through the skies only to die in an firey death. All ending in a victory under your belt. Thats when you question your playstyle in this game.