It’s rare for an online-only shooter to make you feel anything other than pent-up rage, mixed with a vague sense of pity for the saps who seem to spend all day, every day playing them. Unless, er, you do actually spend all day playing them. Even then, no matter how good you are, there is always someone better, younger, more obsessive. However, Titanfall lets you neatly side-step any feelings of inferiority via its regular grunts.
See, you may be getting constantly hosed by enemy pilots, who have already maxed out their characters 10 times, but you’re still getting kills. Why? Because the regular AI troops are dumber than the entire cast of Geordie Shore, and they seem to be armed with water-pistols. You can dispatch a whole room of them without breaking a sweat. And you’re getting points, you’re unlocking challenges, you feel as if you’re winning… right up until the end-game results screen. Oh well.