Its Christmas morning, and I'm the first one awake. My medicene's giving me a bad stomach ache, so I figure I should eat so it doesn't give me ulcers. So, to wait 'til the others wake up, I decide to play a little TF2.
This one guy's yelling at everyone, making such a big deal, calling people, gay (and more derrogetory versions of such a label) and saying that he doesn't care about the game, but just wants to win. (if that makes any sense...?)
So, at one point, I pop on the chat, and tell him that he needs to stop using homosexuality as an insult. Considering that just the day before, someone close to me who was gay was talking about how hurtful she finds it, I can't help but be bothered by it myself.
What really killed TF2 for me was how not only that jerk, but
half the people in 2fort dusty jumped on me, saying that I need to stop taking the game so seriously.
Then they proceeded to make personal attacks on me.
On Christmas.
But then we made Christmas fudge, and I was happy agian.
