Today may be the greatest day of my… well, week. It’s Sunday after-all. Anyway, after years on XBox Live, I have finally attained the greatest achievement of them all: hate mail. Finally, I have played a game at such a level that it resonated deep into the soul of another player, affecting them in a way that was so profound and life altering, that it prompted them to actually send me a message in a fit of rage. Now if I was being an asshole and glitching or stealing some dudes AC-130, or any of the other stupid shit you can do in that inferior, knock off camp fest game, then I probably would have let it slide. When some little noob-cake sends me a message because I am owning his ass while he uses the cheapest tactics possible and gets burned doing it, that’s where I draw the line. Let me break it down for you.