While winning is usually the most pleasurable activity, sometimes you just wanna say fuck it, let's zerg.
Think about the toxicity. There's bound to be a couple bad eggs with groups of this size. But now imagine the (perceived) failure of a teammate wouldn't just cost you a couple conquest and honor points but also set you back on your road to a rating sufficiently high enough to bolster your ego?
We're talking swamps of toxicity, shrouded in noxious fumes and you are standing knee-deep in it.
No, thank you.
I like my BGs the way they are. Random. Relaxed. For the most part, that is. And should I ever get tired of all the noobs, there'll always be the option of grouping up with four certified non-noobs and wreck faces in a format where coordination may as well be a foreign word writ in hyroglyphics.