PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds has become pretty notorious for hilarious proximity chat encounters. Now, most of the time I kill people in PUBG and they happen to be in proximity to me, I tend to tell them how bad they are, how they aren't even close to my level, how amazingly skilled I am. You know. The works.
This time around, I decided to spread some love in a game that's filled with so much hate, discrimination, racial slurs, and pretty much every other toxic activity you could think of. I didn't expect much going into it. People get very salty when they die in PUBG, especially if they got the jump on you. They aren't likely to respond positively after being killed, but If I didn't try, who would? My parents always told me, violence is never the solution. While I tend to disagree with that since many world problems have been solved with violence, I decided to take my parents advice, and use love.
People always say love is the secret to life, and I tend to agree with that to an extent, but people aren't very loving on the internet. I went into this experiment skeptical, but nothing could prepare me for the event that unfolded. I killed this guy with a cheeky switch to my shotgun, and as I expected, he started cussing at me. How did I respond? You guessed it. I told him he was loved. Guess what? He responded back with love, and he told me that he overreacted based on the stressful situation.
It worked. Love prevailed. Though, I did still kill him. I never said I was perfect.