You're sitting in front of your computer, raining hellfire down on those unfortunate sons of bitches who dare to oppose you. Your left hand firmly working the Gamer Compass (WASD) while your right guides your crosshairs so that you may bring forth much death and pain. Finally, it's down to just you and one other son of a bitch Counter-Terrorist. You sneak around a corner to see him turning another corner. You can feel the kill coming. You persue him, rounding that corner to find your crosshairs landing perfectly on the unsuspecting hooker's back. You switch to your DE, steady your aim, and just as you click the mouse to fire...
...your screen minimizes to your desktop, and you find a flashing IM box from some emo-bitch named "my_slit_writst_bleed_black" asking you if you're awake at 5am.
You sit there, a mixture of befuddlement over her inability to read your away message clearly stating that you were playing CS:S, and your sheer desire to drive over to her house and smash a keyboard across her whore mouth. Taking a calming breath, you close her IM box and restore your CS:S game using the ever handy Alt+Tab feature. The window restores...
...and you're dead, your teammates screaming at you for being such a "n00b".
I know I'm not alone in this. I know there must be others who have been in the middle of a fierce battle online, only to have their game vanish because someone had to bug them with a stupid question/comment/etc.
Also, God of War banner. Because I rule.