Gamers are horrible roommates because they monopolize the TV with something less watchable than The Mob Doctor and, if that wasn't irritating enough, have the audacity to scream combat commands through a head set. If you crank the sound bar on Call of Duty, within three months everyone in your apartment complex will develop PTSD and suffer from debilitating Vietnam flash backs, whether they were deployed or not. Also a drawback, your diet of 20 ounce Red Bulls and delivery pizza has created a couch potato version of Ric Flair, only crazier. Now go suplex your X-Box and so we can get some sleep.