This is a great game don't get me wrong, but the community is full of people that obviously had some trouble during their education.
Worse is when these people join the game and their bandwidth footprint so large that the whole server acts like Donald Trump has just sat on Tripwire's only working router.
Due to the plague that is Perk Training Servers, you often see players that have prestiged 5 times, yet still play like easy bots on Unreal Tournament.

Don't forget to buy the DLC, so tripwire can afford to host dedicated servers that can handle more than just 2 word documents at a time.

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Now time for the juicy part:

Before I changed my Steam username to 'Princess Panini', I had this wild fantasy that people in the game would trip over themselves to heal me and shower me with dosh. I figured, 'Hey, if they think I’m a gamer girl, they’ll spoil me rotten!' Pretty sweet, right?

Fast forward a bit, and guess what? In KF2, I ended up being the one dishing out the heals like a boss and racking up more kills than all the clowns combined. And guess who ended up playing sugar mama to a bunch of clueless players to keep them from becoming zombie snacks? Yep, me. Cuz remember kiddos, if you don’t cough up the cash for their weapons, they'll be back in the respawn queue before you can say 'oops' 😏 And when they inevitably keel over again, I just slap my forehead real hard and question why I ever bother handing them my hard-earned dosh... Maybe this is just the quirky downside of being a female

Here’s the kicker: Some dudes (yes, the ones with actual penises) seem to think girls online have zero standards. Like, they seriously believe that being a hot mess in the game is somehow charming enough to make any girl want to play with them. Spoiler alert: it’s not. To me, a guy who’s terrible at the game and thinks he can still date a cute, skilled gamer girl is like a stoner wandering down the street, shirtless, daydreaming about marrying a high-society babe who tosses him spare change out of pity. Dream on, brother

What you’ve read above is a mashup of my own epic tales and those of my friends. If you think otherwise, I’m all ears.