After a match of Halo 3, I got an unexpected voice message from a stranger I had just been playing against.
"Man, man, you better watch yourself. Man. You better watch yourself. You better watch what you say. British faggit. Fuck you. Faggit."
It's funny, because I really don't have a British accent, and really wasn't pretending to have one. At the time I was in a party with a friend of mine who was putting on an outrageous Boston accent, but it wasn't even remotely English. And what was even funnier was that I definitely had not said a word to the guy for the whole game.
And not only that, for another two matches this guy kept badgering me with requests to join my Live party and more messages berating me for being a 'British faggit.' My friend and I really didn't know what to make of it.
So, at the end of another match, we invited him in to see what would happen.
"Man, you were talking some shit, man. You better watch yourself. Fuck you, faggit. You...British faggit."
At this point, my friend assumed his ridiculous fake Boston accent again and just started shouting insults as him, and after a minute of shouting mindless obscenities at each other we unceremoniously booted him. We barely had time to catch our breath from laughing when I got another party request from the guy. Followed by more voice messages.
We collected ourselves, made a plan, and invited him in again. This time, when he joined up, all worked up to resume the verbal battle, my friend and I had both assumed completely different characters with relaxed New Zealand accents. We acted puzzled and told him he must be mistaken. The guy faltered like a puzzled puppy that just bumped into a screen door for the first time.
After a full minute of politely calming the guy down, the guy concluded that we must not be the people he was looking for, and just as he was about to leave, my friend switched back into the Boston accent, screamed some vile epithet, and booted him.
And again he sent his party-up requests.
This time we accepted him, and just opened up a whirlwind of random personalities on him. We switched from Boston to New Zealand to Russian to South African and so on. He kept calling us 'British faggits.'
Finally, my friend switched to his normal voice and said, "I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY SIR I have Chronic Personality Dissociative Disorder. I'm sorry. It's not my fault that this aggression is coming out on you, I can't control it, I'm just...look. I'm sorry. It's a condition."
Complete silence. The guy was taken aback.
"...alright, well...just...watch yourself, man. Uh..."
The awkward silence hung there for over forty seconds. I had to switch my mike off and bust out laughing. Finally the guy left the party.
And...sent me a friend request.