To quote the Bard (somewhat:)
To hop, or not to hop, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows and bullets of outrageous Idiots, or, to hop, thereby taking oneself from the line of fire and against a sea of troubles, and by hopping, end them? To die, to sleep no more; and by a hop, to say that we end the rendering of our flesh by thine enemy. Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep forever, perchance to dream; Aye, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil by the blessed hop through the game of COD. The hop must give us pause to not be riddled with the assault of thine enemy's M16. We shall hop, perchance to increase our body count, and the hop shall always be of the Idiots, by the Idiots, and for the Idiots.
Further, I sayeth not...