I twisted a my original Sixaxis so hard that it shattered in the middle and broke into 2 parts ... I believe brad asked if that was possible or something in a bombcast to which I said out loud 'already done it'.
When I used to game downstairs I actually had a punching bag in the garage that I'd use from time to time to vent extreme frustration.
Now I honestly avoid the kinds of games I used to get angry at. Competitive fast-paced multiplayer shooters are the biggest culprit. Occasionally if I don't expect a game to be hard and it ends up being really hard I'll get visibly frustrated as well, but that's rare now. It's weird because if I go into a game like Dark Souls where I know it's supposed to be hard, I don't get frustrated. If I bought Dark Souls expecting it to be a simple RPG with moderate difficulty, my house would cave in.
Various use of salty language and "fuck. this. game." I've long since graduated from throwing controllers or performing other acts of brutality on my video game equipment or anything else in my room. If I feel the need to vent out in a really loud way I punch a pillow a few times or something but I haven't really had that sort of outburst of anger from a game in a decade at least. Cursing at my TV like an idiot is usually enough for me, if it gets real bad I just turn the system off and have a stiff drink and try to cool down.
A few years ago my friend and I used to play this shitty, free-to-play baseball game called Dugout Heroes. It was pretty janky, veering towards broken.Where the ball went if you actually managed to make contact as a batter was basically random, and the fielders were utterly useless. Just ridiculous unpredictable, and therefore frustrating to play, but for some reason we kept coming back to it. And things got really competitive, really fast. Eventually, to stop myself from punching a hole in my wall every time we played this horrible, messy, frustrating turd of a game I had to develop a whole routine. I would put on some relaxing music (Sigur Ros, typically), have a stress ball ready beside my mouse, get a tall glass of cold beer, and settle in with a pillow at my back.
"Is this fun? IS THIS FUN? Is this supposed to be fucking fun? Did they playtest this at ALL? What fucking idiot thought this was a good idea? This part of the game is shit. It's just shit. Fuck this game. Fuck this fucking game. WHO THINKS THIS PART IS FUN?! I bet nobody does. It's just so stupid. FUCK THIS GAME!"
Then I turn off the system in a rage without saving, usually losing some amount of progress as a consequence.
Nothing makes me scream and shout at the computer screen like Football Manager. I ended up just stopped playing these past 18 months, at least partly so I could stop calling my virtual players cunts for not chasing a loose ball down, and calling the virtual referee a wanker for ruling my goal offside. If that FIFA Kinect voice thing was in FM I would get sideline bans a lot.
When I was a kid I used to have a beanbag strategically placed to throw my Mega Drive & later Playstation controllers at when stuck in a game. And a game of Crusader Kings collapsing with my King dying before I could get rid of Gavelkind succession meaning the territory that I was about to make an Empire falls apart into 6 separate kingdoms will often end up with me swearing an awful lot. Though to be fair, I swear quite casually so it's not a huge thing for me to start cursing out inanimate objects.
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