War Thunder is my blood and soul. Screw those other games—this is the true test of pain, misery, and oddly satisfying destruction. Nothing compares to the rush of spending 20 minutes sneaking through the map, only to get nuked by some random jet flying at 10,000 feet. Or when your tank gets obliterated by a 5-year-old in a Soviet T-34 who thinks he’s a god of war. Every grind, every death, every unholy explosion is a blessing. Forget life, forget love. War Thunder is the only relationship I need. I’d sell my soul for an upgraded F-4 Phantom just to rain fiery hell down on a bunch of unsuspecting peons. If you’re not playing this, you’re not living.