Nothing came out of my desperate scrimmages and pugs in TF2 before i63. Top teams still didn t show any interest in me. I queued for Pugchamp a lot, even though I rarely got picked, even after top fragging every game.
While playing there, I saw other players who had inferior DM getting first-picked by top-level players in their games. I get 300 DPM every game and never got first-picked. Not once. It only made me fume with rage. Pugchamp was such a beautiful site, but I could go nowhere without being insulted by my enemies. The mere sight of them enjoying their games with top level players while getting huge frags was an insult to me, because I deserve it more than them.
One place of refuge I often went to was Melkor DM, most of the players there were worse than me. It provided a quiet and peaceful place for me to contemplate and brood.
But today, I went pubbing to calm myself down. That evening,
the pubbers were especially bad, gonzales_ronaldo2004 couldn't even figure out how to move. I basked in its radiance as I watched him, wondering with despair how a world so beautiful could be so cruel. And then, one final insult came along, as if the world was taking one last spiteful lash at me. A young pubber couple came, each with hearts on their names and started stomping the pub, quickly rising on the scoreboard, making out with each other while doing so. There were lots of other people there as well, they were all asking if they could be friends with them. All of them must have had thoughts of admiration towards the couple, and thoughts of contempt towards me because I was all alone and unwanted. I have lived such an unnatural life, devoid of a good team, frags, and pleasure. Stomping way worse players was one of the few joys I had left, and now that too was taken from me. How can I enjoy a pub anymore, knowing that other players get to enjoy them with their beautiful transgender-gay-furry girlfriends at their side? There was no more life for me to live.
After disconnecting from that pub, I was able to experience one final respite before i63 came, the LAN my sad story will at last come to its tragic end. My team planned to go to and I had a lot of free time until the LAN came,
taking advantage of the time to play hours of DM on end.
They decided to take papi to i63 with them, and upon hearing this I became very infuriated. papi was my enemy, someone who has enjoyed a happy life of fragging while I have starved for years. And now my own team leader was paying for his ticket to i63, something he doesn t deserve. I felt so betrayed by my team leader because of this. He should have been more considerate for how I would feel. I am his teammate, and he should be on my side. But then again, my team leader always gets picked in pugs, There was no way he could possibly understand my point of view.
I played quite a lot of pugs, and while playing them I ran into WARHURYEAH. I hadn t seen him since he MGE'd me years ago, then trash-talked me, it was nice to play with him again. I felt very bitter and ashamed, having to play with old players as the awkward, unwanted outcast I had always been. Some of them asked me about my career,
and a few even asked if I was on a good team. I had to suffer having to tell them that no, I don t have a good team because good players are not attracted to me. I wished I could tell them all that I had an amazing life there, with a team that would win every match. I wish I could have made them all proud of me, but of course, I had nothing about me to be proud of. The only solace I had for that shame was the knowledge that I will soon rectify everything on the LAN of Retribution.
My team leader told me that I can have one bottle of wine from his pantry while he was away, and I chose to open the best one in the lot, a fine vintage that I slowly sipped throughout the night as I stayed at my team leaders house, all alone. I knew that other young popular players were having the time of their lives that night, pugging and mixing the night away. As I sipped my wine alone, in the moonlit
While playing there, I saw other players who had inferior DM getting first-picked by top-level players in their games. I get 300 DPM every game and never got first-picked. Not once. It only made me fume with rage. Pugchamp was such a beautiful site, but I could go nowhere without being insulted by my enemies. The mere sight of them enjoying their games with top level players while getting huge frags was an insult to me, because I deserve it more than them.
One place of refuge I often went to was Melkor DM, most of the players there were worse than me. It provided a quiet and peaceful place for me to contemplate and brood.
But today, I went pubbing to calm myself down. That evening,
the pubbers were especially bad, gonzales_ronaldo2004 couldn't even figure out how to move. I basked in its radiance as I watched him, wondering with despair how a world so beautiful could be so cruel. And then, one final insult came along, as if the world was taking one last spiteful lash at me. A young pubber couple came, each with hearts on their names and started stomping the pub, quickly rising on the scoreboard, making out with each other while doing so. There were lots of other people there as well, they were all asking if they could be friends with them. All of them must have had thoughts of admiration towards the couple, and thoughts of contempt towards me because I was all alone and unwanted. I have lived such an unnatural life, devoid of a good team, frags, and pleasure. Stomping way worse players was one of the few joys I had left, and now that too was taken from me. How can I enjoy a pub anymore, knowing that other players get to enjoy them with their beautiful transgender-gay-furry girlfriends at their side? There was no more life for me to live.
After disconnecting from that pub, I was able to experience one final respite before i63 came, the LAN my sad story will at last come to its tragic end. My team planned to go to and I had a lot of free time until the LAN came,
taking advantage of the time to play hours of DM on end.
They decided to take papi to i63 with them, and upon hearing this I became very infuriated. papi was my enemy, someone who has enjoyed a happy life of fragging while I have starved for years. And now my own team leader was paying for his ticket to i63, something he doesn t deserve. I felt so betrayed by my team leader because of this. He should have been more considerate for how I would feel. I am his teammate, and he should be on my side. But then again, my team leader always gets picked in pugs, There was no way he could possibly understand my point of view.
I played quite a lot of pugs, and while playing them I ran into WARHURYEAH. I hadn t seen him since he MGE'd me years ago, then trash-talked me, it was nice to play with him again. I felt very bitter and ashamed, having to play with old players as the awkward, unwanted outcast I had always been. Some of them asked me about my career,
and a few even asked if I was on a good team. I had to suffer having to tell them that no, I don t have a good team because good players are not attracted to me. I wished I could tell them all that I had an amazing life there, with a team that would win every match. I wish I could have made them all proud of me, but of course, I had nothing about me to be proud of. The only solace I had for that shame was the knowledge that I will soon rectify everything on the LAN of Retribution.
My team leader told me that I can have one bottle of wine from his pantry while he was away, and I chose to open the best one in the lot, a fine vintage that I slowly sipped throughout the night as I stayed at my team leaders house, all alone. I knew that other young popular players were having the time of their lives that night, pugging and mixing the night away. As I sipped my wine alone, in the moonlit
