The thing about multiplayer games is, no matter how good about yourself you may feel when you are able to annihilate your friends on a nightly basis, as soon as you step out that door and into the wider world of competition, you’ll (usually)  find out that you’re about as tough as wet socks.

Take Team Fortress 2, for example; some nights I feel like I’m king of the server, with rockets that can’t miss and piles of dead trailed behind me.  On most nights (ok, the vast majority of nights), I feel completely mediocre… or worse.  It’s all about who the competition is.

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