Man, my worst experience was from other players.
Joined up with a random group of 3 zealots via the discord - they saw my bling and figured I could hang I guess - all 3 seemed to be pretty young players, none of their levels were impressive. I don’t talk much, but they were pretty intent on asking me some way inappropriate questions.
we queue up and to my surprise all 3 are combat knife loner zealots, all 3 instantly sprint away and leave me in the dust. “okay, fine, i’ll just do my best to keep up”
It was the throneside map, they weren’t killing anything. It was like some kind of weird pacifist run. I was trying to keep up my I was having to cleave my way through everything to do so. Eventually they get to the bridge and have to deal with the monster and hundreds of enemies they’d avoided. Then quickly, 2/3 of them die. I’m left fighting for my life, against literally everything, the surviving backstab zealot is good, but isn’t a team player - he is keeping his shroudfield refreshed pretty well and it’s basically me vs an auric maelstrom. Eventually I die, overwhelmed while trying to do the objective.
Stealthy man talks trash, resses me, says something like “wow, never would have thought someone who is your level would be such $hit”, shroud fields all the enemies on me and I get overwhelmed again. I watch him as a spectator while he’s talking trash… Then realize, he hasn’t killed almost ANYTHING. I look at the scoreboard, his score is basically reflective of someone who is swinging only to refresh shroudfield, his friends are at like 10k damage each. He resses me again, I die to a beast of nurgle being instantly on top of me.
It was about then it dawned on me that this game wasn’t a game intended for me to be a player in. I was there for the sole purpose of dying. The zealot never tried to res his friends, it was always me, and he always do it with a horde right ontop of me then shroudfield away…
I finally decide that I’ve had enough being trolled, blocked the guy and left.