8 Exact Moments Video Games Ruined Friendships

There's nothing quite like the feeling of nailing a particularly difficult solo or section in a rhythm-action game.

As your fingers begin to blur along the fret, time seems to dilate as you stare down the highway of notes approaching. Sweat runs down your forehead and is absorbed by your tasteful and sensual silk headband, and your heart pounds with every correct input. You feel the crowd rise from their feet in unison to the holy temple of your skill and it just feels euphoric.

However, on the flip side of that coin is a very stinky alternative. With each note missed this stairway to heaven becomes a Professor Nakayama tumble into hell itself, a clunking juddering mess that causes the crowd to react as if you'd just taken a dump on their nan's headstone, yet their not the only ones booing you, because you've got that hate in stereo thanks to your real-life teammates pleading you to just lower the bloody difficulty, you idiot!

We've all been there, with the friend who insists they can play on Expert but is smashing the drums less like Neil Peart and more like Lars Ulrich on a comedown and yet will never accept this fact. It's especially painful for groups attempting longer setlists who get hit with a random spike that's impossible for the player in question and has likely caused many plastic welding bands to go on "indefinite hiatus" for "creative differences" (which is code for calling them a !*$% and pouring milk in their pint)