Let me tell you a story leading to my decision:
The undeniable kings of gaming were finally developing a new franchise. For months, I had devoted my time to reading about this game, watching trailers and gameplay videos repeatedly, hyping myself to the edges of sanity; doctors might even refer to such levels of hype as a "health risk". I bought a PS4 with only this game in mind. Nearly a year's worth of allowances dedicated to the purchase but I was confident in the decision. The week before release, I stopped eating and could barely sleep. Excitement was all that was fueling me and it was enough.
Then the big day came. Midnight. As it was downloading, I literally threw up from excitement. It seemed as if my entire life had built up to this moment and I could not believe it was really happening. So, I played. For hours, I sat in front of the TV. Hours. But reality started to edge in. It started to become clear that this game was a real shit show. I tried to deny it and tell myself that I was having fun but after a while, I just put the controller down and stared at the PS4 like it had betrayed me. I took several deep breaths, trying to stifle the tears that were welling up. My heart was racing and the deep hunger from days of not eating began to set in. I was weak, possibly dying. I stared at the character I had created in this game. A hatred started to burn as the sun rose.
I went into the kitchen to get some food. My mom was making breakfast. "How was your little game, honey," she asked. I couldn't hold it in any longer. The hope in her voice was too much. For the first time in days, I started to cry. Tears flowed down my face. "IT'S A SHIT SHOW!" I shrieked. My dad glanced at me over his newspaper. "I'd say you're in for some bigger disappointments later on in life but you're fucking 30, so who knows anymore?" "IT'S NOT FAIR," I screamed through tears as I grabbed a stack of raw pop tarts and ran to my room, slamming the door. I felt like I could hear my dad's sigh from the kitchen. I pop tarted my way into a 17 hour nap.
Having bought the game digitally, I actually considered selling my PS4 in an attempt to get rid of the nightmare, but I knew that it would always be on my account no matter what. So, it sits there. That "game". Haunting me. Reminding me of my failures in life.
So, to answer your question, probably Destiny.