I don't even get exposed to these powerful features, because as a rule I don't join open chats, and haven't since the first parties were introduced on 360. Arguably, we used GameVoice even longer ago to inoculate ourselves from that seeping realm. There was a very brief time at the outset of Xbox Live where people were sorta cool about shit. There was the sense that we had emerged from a darker place into a lighter one, and like so many crawdads stunned by a tween's flashlight, we were mostly just shocked that it worked and thus lacked the wherewithal to fully abuse one another. This idyllic state lasted - if I recall correctly - ten or so full minutes.
No etiquette can hold in these realms, no Marshal can tame them, and I'm reluctant to be psychologically hijacked by strangers so I never give them the opportunity. I will never care about winning as much as the least of these creatures so we're always gonna be at odds. I completely understand why they would be mad, looking at my ratios.
I wouldn't want me on my team either. I tend to star in such games, very near the end, where the final kill is rendered in interminable slow motion. My destroyer snaps the weapon to the shoulder, already firing.
I am looking the other way.
(CW)TB out.
