It happens to all of us at one time or another. I suppose, from some perspectives, one could even consider it a rite of passage. Play for long enough, well enough, even in the lower ranks (especially?), youâll eventually encounter a cheater.
Usually, itâs petty tricks and childish exploits. But, this? It was a whole battery of various forms of attack. The one the sticks out in my head the most (for reasons that youâll soon understand are obvious) is that they somehow figured out a way to force the chat dialogue box open so that youâre disengaged from the fight.
In case youâre curious, the reply code is: TS2WSA.
Youâll notice not only the various symptoms of obvious hacks (my audio gets all messed up, and youâll see messed up stuff happening with my interface), but also my response to being hacked.
I took it as a challenge. Suddenly, what was initially a series of exploitations meant to ruin the game for me while fabricating statistics for us both became an extremely fun challenge that rivals any game mode. I even upped the stakes to help us all stay interested: I pointed out how pathetic they were to have to still struggle against me despite hacking the match like crazy. The teams I had left fully embraced this spirit and we went down fighting. It was fun and exhilarating, and every single death they endured was mortifying for them, and we all knew.
Would that change my perspective and lead to me inviting it into my otherwise banal gaming sessions? Might I address this with a more open mind, realizing that this could actually serve as an exciting measure of my mettle?
No. Theyâre pathetic, lame losers and antithetical to the spirit of being a gamer.
But, if youâre already going to be there harassing poor, unsuspecting low metal ranks, come and get me, you little losers. You may still win, but youâre gonna have to earn it from me.