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Frustrating night of Splatoon. Started out as a B-, ended up BORDERLINE C+/C. What the F, The Rest Of My Team.
One game I SINGLEHANDEDLY held off all 4 players while my other guys just dicked around. I'm guessing they were dicking around in the final minute / overtime (which, again, I "caused" because I stopped their zones from being controlled, alone, with like 4 seconds on their clock to go), because I didn't see them at all while I sat on the front lines and racking up 16 (SIXTEEN) kills. WITH A ROLLER. It was my proudest Splatoon achievement to date.. Like, if this was actual war, I would've got a prestigious medal and a serious ceremony.
And then, of course, the videogame Gods intervened, and my rating went down the tubes, getting teamed up with the worst players the match had to offer. Routinely ranked 1 or 2 on my team, but lose lose lose lose lose. No thank you. |
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