It's not so much the game's fault, but more of my own. Having a friend to watch my back, while bouncing a joke off of in between kills has given me such a euphoria that silently playing with a team of strangers just cannot deliver. Just knowing that maybe sometime later in the week we'll bring up that one time where he narrowly assassinated my would be killer while being chased by his own certain doom for me to repay the favor by turning hunter into a mess of giblets while we both escape with a sliver of health between us both - this feeling defines the experience. Yet, I've had plenty of similar moments before (or at least, I think I have) with random kiddies online. At the moment, it might've been amazing, but I can't find a reason to remember these moments if I won't be able to discuss it with such understanding with my friends later.
Maybe this 'fun v amount of friends' graph can explain it better:
Fully outfitted with the brothers at my side, a simple gaming ritual becomes the highlight of the week, if not, the month.
Dude, there's some katsup on your graph.
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