It's been a while, but today's FIFA Ultimate Team session has thrown up yet another cretinous sore loser. Beating and dominating a side 4-0 containing the likes of Cristiano Ronaldo and Falcao with my side led by none other than Andy Carroll and David Beckham, he proceeded to quit before full time, claiming:
"bullshit fifa mate. hitting the bar and scoring from 30 yards, u won every loose ball even when i tackled you - i couldnt even get a shot on target. its called fifa wanted u to win"
Poetic. Remember that time you attempted running the London marathon but your trainers just didn't want you to finish? Or that time when you were cooking the dinner but the potatoes were simply having none of it? No. Me neither. Believe it or not, video games aren't sentient. I told the poor chap that he was a sore loser and that ultimately I'd controlled the match and played better football. Funnily enough, he wasn't terribly chuffed. Two scathing words were hurled at me, and man I'm still feeling the pain...incidentally, man I'm being sarcastic.
"gay cheater"
Awfully presumptuous, isn't it? Not only has he assumed I'm a homosexual, but also that I have a boyfriend on whom I can commit infidelity and be generally unfaithful to. Boy, that escalated quickly...
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