I used to be pretty good with Worms World Party, way back when. Could look out across the screen, measure out wind velocity and direction, and put a grenade right between your teeth with the mathematical formula to make you cry like a little girl in a stereotypical scottish accent voiced by a worm. Bazooka? You bet. Advanced Ninja Roping over to you, dropping a bomb, and swinging away like some maniacal cross between spider-man and the mad bomber. I knew the intricacies of the jet pack, how to use thrust and arc geometry to drop a sheep right into a crater while I get to safety, turn it into a Super Sheep, let it collect a whole bunch of crates to supply my units, then plow its exploding self right up your nostril.
These days, I spend time scaling buildings in sandboxes, enjoying the welcoming openness. Do I miss the days of the exploding teeth of old women, or demolishing enemy bases with banana bombs and Mad Cows? Every now and again. But it's better to have lived the life once, and know its glory, then to live forever whining and moaning that you no longer have the skills you once had.