Here's one of my recent experiences. I'm far from an avid raider, having only just finished the raid on normal recently (not for lack of trying, mind you. Bad groups in general for me, but I knew a thousand times over what to do. ) anyway, I digress. I find a game on the forums, looking for hard mode as I hit 310 along my way through normal. The post seems innocent enough. Something along the lines of; "Looking for 1, fresh hard, experienced plz." The use of the word plz should have been my warning. I'm probably leaving out several misspellings, but for the sake of your reading I've corrected them. We spawn in at the beginning. I check the roster, interested in double checking the validity of my teammates gear and such. One kid was 297, most were around 305. A voice like an asthmatic chipmunk blares over the party chat. ... "Don't start it yet! I'm cleaning my glasses!" A high octave cough from another teammate pierces the silence, immediately identifying the new addition as yet another child. A statement from another crackles into my ears like a cellophane q-tip. "Guys, I'm taking my girlfriend through the raid, she's 297 and hasn't done it before but that's ok, right?" This kid is like 10, mind. A response from the 297 "girlfriend", again through a mic with the quality of an Ikea television cabinet. "Yeah, we're about to be together for 4 months." added the drawling, barely 13 girl. ([i]now why this piece of information was relevant, I wouldn't have a clue. But it [b] was[/b] said, believe me.[/i]) [b]Seps has disconnected.[/b] The party is still going, I recall. [i]Shit.[/i] "Oh, why'd you leave? Stupid noob," brazenly states the 299 with a blue scout rifle and about 1000 grimoire, and a voice like a eunuch on helium. "No mom, I'm playing with my friends!" A muffled voice, clearly that of a disgruntled matron, makes it's way to my ear canals. "You've been playing these games all day, and you haven't eaten or cleaned your room. Get off the games." The child then began screaming, as though a slightly miffed lobster had taken offense to the existence of his groin. And I left as quickly as my controller would permit. [spoiler] -I apologise for my awful analogies, I just like injecting a bit of dry humor into my long paragraphs of disdain.[/spoiler]