In a darkened room illuminated only by the glow of an LCD computer monitor, he sat in front of his computer desk. With the ever present hum of the computer's cooling fans buzzing in the background, he manipulated the keyboard controls to cause his on-screen character to act. The action was intense. The character did as commanded by the keyboard. The character lost the battle. He didn't like to lose. He hated losing. He clasped his hands together and with one mighty blow after another, delivered to the keyboard his objections to losing. The keyboard hopped with each blow. It's legs broken and key buttons popping off, it took the beating. After a short while, the pain and the blood made him stop. A jagged piece of plastic had embedded itself into his left hand. It seems that the keyboard had fought back. He hands aching and bleeding he called out to his roommate. Taking one look at the dead character on the screen, the broken keyboard, and his roommate's bloody hands, Steve couldn't help uttering those 3 dreaded words. "What a noob!"