Tell us of memorable moments when a prepubescent Call of Duty player enquired into the wellbeing of your mom’s reproductive organs, drop a link below for a Discord group filled with awesome Mortal Kombat 11 fans or maybe punt your own Facebook page for a DOTA group that is hellbent on giving me grief should I ever install that game on my PC again.

This edition of Critical Hit’s Friday Debate is proudly sponsored by the lowest common denominator.

If money, time and space were no option, which actor in their prime would you grab and shove a script into their hands for your epic life story?

What trash from yesteryear would you like to see thrown into an HD remake machine and hammer the 4K button on? Sound off below.

Rugby fans deserve te best ever game that translates the glory of that noble sport to TV screens. So what would you make, if you have the budget, influence and ambition to do so?

I think I know why I’m so damaged now, after I decided to look back at those shows which my infant mind absorbed. You ever hear the old adage of gazing into the abyss and then seeing the darkness look back at you? If the abyss had a face, it would be Woofles from Pumpkin Patch, a fever dream giving polyester flesh and unleashed on children so that dark forces could harvest the screams of the innocent.

You might be shaking your fist right now, moaning that back in your day, there was no DLC. There were no season passes, games that needed hourly patches and services being delivered piecemeal to you on a weekly basis while you paid monthly for the privilege to play those games. No sir, you’d pop a cart into a machine, switch your console on, switch it off, take the cart back out, blow the dust off of it and then you’d play a game. Simple as that. No long-ass loading screens, just simple plug in and play gameplay. That’s how games of that age were the best. Bollocks.

Move aside Gumtree! Stand back OLX, because Facebook’s marketplace is here and it’s kind of…really damn good actually. Much like anything else online where you’re given a chance to prove the old adage of one man’s junk being another man’s treasure, the Facebook marketplace is a hive of activity that features daily listings of crap that nobody wants.