Minecraft: Spent half an hour looking for the perfect location. Spent hours getting the necessary materials for my dream house.Spent hours making this house. Lot's of wood, iron blocks, diamond blocks, some glowstone, etc. on top of ice, with a lava pool on the second floor. While putting on some finishing touches, I hear a SSSSS noise behind. I immediately jump to the side and run, narrowly avoiding the creeper's explosion. I then hear another SSSS and manage to avoid this one too. Barely. I then realised that the God of Minecraft had something against my choice of wallpaper when, having managed to get inside the house through one of the gaping holes left by the two previous explosions, I hear SSSSS for a third time avoid that one aswell. I am now left with 1 heart of life. Quickly I run forward to block up the holes and get some respite from this apparent creeper horde, just in time to get hit by the lava from the now absent second floor. No worries, I'll just reappear near my bed, go to my storage and repair the damage. But wait, what's this? I've just respawned at the original spawn point? My bed must have been destroyed...so after the half hour's journey back, I discover the remains of my homes. I say remains, but I should say "hole in the ice".
I have never felt such rage from a game.