There's no "us" and no "them". There's only a game we all love for the most different reasons, and our common ground is Fumbbl.

You should pity those who metagame their way up the ranks and minmax every aspect of their life, because they obviously need hugs. Lots of them.

And you should pity those who think sociability has to trump effectiveness, because they were born losers and the wolves pack will pick them. One by one.

Styles come and go. Beliefs come and go. Everyone slides from the path eventually, but there's no escape from the hamster wheel. You can take pride in your running style for a brief while, but it won't last, and even if it does you're still stuck in the great wheel anyway.

So, friend, you should just pity yourself, because for all your pride, you're still Nuffle's bitch. He will humble the mighty and laugh at the weak, and forget your very existence by the time you close the client in tears of pain.