If you’ve never used Battlefield 3 to troll children
Do so. Do it today.
My roommate’s boyfriend sat there and murdered them on the controller while I talked to five middle school boys in my best Quin from Daria impression.
“Oh my god, he fell down. Is he dead? Ooooh, I killed one!”
“I loooove the colors when stuff blows up. That orange is like what I want for my highlights.”
“Everything in this game is so dirty. I mean, look at my little man’s uniform. Ew, like, take a shower.”
Then I screamed a string of obscenities and signed off.
This is what grownups do in their spare time, right?