to the level 400s on mk2s who hunt low levels: who actually hurt you?

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honestly who actually hurt you? i’m sitting here staring at my screen and i just can’t wrap my head around the level of pure concentrated pathetic energy it takes to be a high level griefer in this game.

i’m level 35. i’m new. i don’t have the submarine or a nightclub or millions in the bank. i just spent the last hour meticulously setting up a weed delivery and it was only gonna be like 40k. for some of you that’s pocket change you spend on snacks but for me that’s my next upgrade and actual progress. then the global signal goes off and within thirty seconds here comes the inevitable mk2 flying broomstick.

imagine wasting 1000+ hours on a game just to use the most brain dead skill-less vehicle in gaming history to blow up a level 35 who literally can’t fight back. you didn’t “win” a fight. you didn’t pull off a cool maneuver. you hovered there like a talentless vulture and pressed one button to let an auto lock missile do the work because you know as well as i do that you’d get smoked in a real gunfight.

let’s actually look at the math of being a loser. you get $2,000 for destroying my cargo. two thousand dollars. you can find that on the ground. but i lose hours of setup and the will to even play the game. do you honestly get off on that? does seeing “cargo destroyed” make you feel powerful for once in your miserable basement dwelling existence? you aren’t a “villain” or a “pro player” you’re just a sad person with way too much free time and zero social skills.

and please spare me the “it’s a crime game” or “the game told me to do it” bs. if the game told you to jump off maze bank for 500 bucks you’d probably do it wouldn't you? it’s a choice. you are choosing to be a parasite and the literal reason why new players quit after a week.

if you’re level 300+ and your idea of fun is hunting down postal trucks and trash masters driven by low levels because you’re too scared of people who can actually shoot back then you are the bottom of the barrel. go outside. touch grass. find a hobby. seriously fuck off and get a life losers.

to the people who actually help out or just mind their own business, thank you for not being a total void of a human being. to the guy on the mk2… get a therapist. you clearly need it.