I've been playing Black Ops 2 for 2 1/2 months. It's my first foray into multiplayer FPS's, as I've always been a single-player campaign sort of a guy. Here is what I have learned from you young whipper-snappers.
1) Some of you take this game far too seriously. I have heard some ragers spew the most vile hate over the silliest things. And believe me, I know the difference between friendly trash-talking and the really nasty stuff. Racism and misogyny are particularly rampant. Take it from a guy with a healthy heart and low blood pressure...chill my young padawans. Save your rage for the real bad guys out there, and even then...maintain control.
2) Camping is pure bliss for us old-timers. I get out of breath just watching you twitchers out there who run headlong into the same bullet stream over and over again. I get it, I really do. If I were in high school or college, and living on a steady diet of Red Bull and Cheetos, I'd be bouncing off the walls myself. But, I LOVE sitting in a spot, popping a guy KNOWING that he won't be able to resist coming back for me. So, I anticipate his predictable response, move to a different spot, pop him again and repeat until I get bored. I know, it's mean, but some of you are just too much fun and adorable. Stop raging against campers. It may be boring to you, but it's fun for us. The world is full of people who don't see the world the way you do. Viva la difference!
3) If you are playing HC, and you can't avoid shooting your team mates and getting booted from the game, stop complaining and telling 3Arc that they need to turn off the friendly fire option. The problem is, your fire control is lousy due the frantic play-style mentioned above. Instead, acknowlege your inexperience with humility. You may have been "all that" in core, but you're playing a different game now. Different isn't bad, it's just...different. Learn to check-fire and exercise care and discipline. If you hate it, go back to core. Again, viva la difference!
4) Finally, touching again on my first point...this is a game. It is not real. That means that playing this game 9 hours a day and hitting master prestige in a month isn't something to be proud of. All that means is that you are a compulsive gamer who is struggling with an addiction that is going to hamper your overall effectiveness. So, play BO2. Enjoy it for a few hours. Then, go outside and ride your bike with another person...not a virtual person, but a real one that you can see and touch. And speaking of touching, kiss a girl (or guy as the case may be). Young love is a wonderful thig, and if you do it right, it leads to mature love, and there is nothing like being married to your best friend. And the best thing? Being married to someone who likes to play BO2 with you. Pure awesomeness.
So, take it from a guy who started playing Doom in college and now tries to fit in some CoD, Crysis 3 and Tomb Raider now and then while loving his wife, raising kids and maintaining a career as a business consultant. You have a bright future. You will go on to do amazing things. And, aside from your rare John Carmacks and Cliffy B's, none of it will have anything to do with video games. Oh, and be careful out there. The next time you turn that corner in Slums and get popped by a guy outside the laundromat (over and over) it's probably me.