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It was agreed upon that the Life Games weren't good, agreed upon pretty unanimously by everyone who's been in even just one of those Games (and especially among those who've been in more.)
This isn't to say there aren't good memories in them.
Everyone has at least one good memory, even if that good memory is of an arrow going through the heart of an enemy (which, there are a lot of. Said enemy actually being a friend doesn't erase the joy in those memories.)
Ren could tell you of the nights the Red Army spent huddling under his cape in the cold winter air. Scar could tell you of the days spent gently cleaning the sand from between Grian's wings. Scott of Jimmy's laugh. Pearl of Tilly's soft fur.
Of course, there are bad memories too. Plenty of them. There were more than enough in Third Life, there was no need for more Games.
Martyn wouldn't tell you of the fear he felt when he raised the Axe above the head of his King. Scott when he saw Jimmy's soft yellow feathers soaked in red. Grian when he stood over Scar's decaying body.
The bad memories outweighed the good, so focus fell on the latter. Sure, everyone could talk to you for hours about every single death they caused, or how it felt to die knowing you wouldn't come back, but it was always better to focus on the good. After all, who knows if there's someone waiting. Someone Watching.