See there is one key thing people are missing the point on.
This is a life server. This is pixels and sound files with mouse clicks controlling it. If you are getting upset because you lost at something and you need to blame someone or something, then you need some time out in the real world.
I play this game to escape the melodramatic bullshit of the stereotypical work day which is to most people just a source of income.
I play this game and dont give two shits if i die to a randomly spawning seagull that destroys my helicopter moments after purchase or if i die to a pub cops tazer round that has hit me with the impact velocity of an APDS round fired at point blank range.
If this game for you is generating such a hatred based on the promulgation of a minor amount of somewhat sceptical video and still imagery, then it is time to stand up, bend over at the waste and forcefully bang your head againts the desk (or keyboard) and wake up to yourself.
ITS A FUCKEN COMPUTER GAME. Fuck me, i want to see what you would be like when you start working in the real world (in a job that has a bigger requirement of responsibility then sending the right size fries out with the correct bag to car park number 2) or get your first non fluffed up or over inflated report on performance. This generation is seriously demonstrating the attributes of a sissy fucken whineberg who is wrapped up in their political correctness blanket while they travel to their interwebs lawyer to try sue bob down the road because he looked at you strange.
I am here to offer the Princesses of the Darkside (both past and present) a box of virtual tissue. Feel free to come grab some if this post seems earily close to familiar.