Originally posted by Street Fighter
I take games way too seriously.
I can't total the number of broken controllers, mice, keyboards, game discs, etc etc... even a monitor and some speakers too. Even a desk. I actually threw my old PS1 at the floor when it froze during an enduro race in Gran Turismo 2.
This one time I got all pissed off at CMR3 and yanked the controller cord out of the PS2, but it whipped and like hit me in the face so I threw the controller in some random direction. As it was flying through the air I realized where I just threw it and snapped my head in the direction, horrified.
*BONNNG clack clackclack*
Luckily... LUCKILY it bounced off the sliding glass door and onto the floor.
Another time, while playing in a CS tournament on CPL, our team lost by one point in this really important match. The second I realized there was a one point difference, I stood up and sledgehammer punched downward onto the keyboard, jamming several keys permanently, and breaking the keyboard drawer off the desk.
I've also broken a Razer Boomslang mouse ($120) on my forehead in a similar instance.
That was 'anger beyond swearing'.
The thing is, though... I'm back for more, fixing my desk, fixing my controller, not 15 minutes later.
It's like this psychological dysfuction that I have recognized and just deal with instead of getting all depressed about it. Then again, maybe it's just stupidity.