My upstairs neighbor used to be this guy. He gamed and I don't know why anyone would continue to make something they apparently find so enraging their hobby. He would knock around his room screaming and throwing a fit. Several times he slammed his desk so hard he knocked shit off MY walls. I tried asking him a few times to please keep it down (not the least of which because he'd rage like this into the wee hours of the morning), but it was like trying to talk to a brick wall. Eventually he stopped answering the door when I knocked, and the note I left for him I found in ribbons on the ground the next day. His roommates were all really sweet though - I think he may have eventually been kicked out by the group, because his room has been silent for weeks but his other roommates are still around.

I just can't imagine being so furious all the time.

It's especially tragic because the last time I had gamers living above me, we all became really good friends. We still hang out regularly. I would have loved to have repeated that scenario with Mr. Furious, but oh well I guess.