Playing DBD is like being in an abusive relationship. There are genuinely good times. You can remember them. They were great fun. But as time continues to tick on, you realize how unhappy playing this game makes not only you, but everyone else around you. It's some sort of weird purgatory where people knowingly hate the game, yet still play it. As if they can't shake DBD out of their system or something. These are people firmly in the loop that DBD provides. It gives you just enough to keep you in, but you're firmly aware of how much you hate it the entire time. Will that stop you? Probably not. Welcome to the abuse.