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Topic: Is early gank a new meta?
In: Boards Games and Matches Competitive
XXStephsStarsXX (Original Poster) (Verified Tester)
Posted On Oct 16th AW94:
Hey there everybody, recently I started noticing more and more people ganging up on me in the early game, to the point that they are even leaving their lanes empty. At first i thought it was some weird gimmick few people were trying but the more I play the more often I find this strategy being used. I also noticed that it's quite effective too so I'm wondering whether a new meta is being developed for it.
Am I the only one who Is noticing it in their games?
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BuggyNuggy (Verified Tester)
Replied On Oct 16th AW94:
Yeah, I noticed it too, especially when playing against better players who have more experience in ATG.
MatureGamer69
Replied On Oct 16th AW94:
im prettyy sure tht the winning team was using that strtegy for quite some time already. they just didnt do it as often
TheBuggyNuggy (Unverified Tester)
Replied On Oct 16th AW94:
The winning team migth not know how good of a strategy it is tho, if they arent using it as often.
Also don't trust BuggyNuggy that guy is a faker.
SleepySqueek
Replied On Oct 16th AW94:
Are you saying it might be a strategy that could help us defeat the winning team?
HappyNEWby (The Regular)
Replied On Oct 16th AW94:
I doubt it, even if they weren't aware of the strategy before, I'm sure they will know of it now. They are known to visit this site in their free time.
MineChammy09 (Verified Tester) (The Winning Team)
Replied On Oct 16th AW94:
You guessed correctly, Happy.
I'll be sure to tell Knight and Snow about it later.
1XX_Enter_Center_XX1
Replied On Oct 16th AW94:
Dang it.
MineChammy09 (Verified Tester) (The Winning Team)
Replied On Oct 16th AW94:
Don't worry its still a good strategy. it lets you get advantage rather quickly, and if you're fast or carefull enough you can do it too much risks to your own lane. It can work even better if you can coordinate with your forester as well.
XX_ThaProDude_XX (Unverified Tester)
Replied On Oct 16th AW94:
if its so goood thn y arenty ou using it?
MineChammy09 (Verified Tester) (The Winning Team)
Replied On Oct 16th AW94:
We don't have a full team yet. In the end its hard to organise actions like these when you cant communicate well with the last member of your team.
AuraLessHuntRess01
Replied On Oct 16th AW94:
The devs should really make a better comincations system for talking to your teammates.
XXStephsStarsXX (Original Poster) (Verified Tester)
Replied On Oct 16th AW94:
I agree.
It would certainly make the ganks far more common though.
1H8DEWATR
Replied On Oct 16th AW94:
I know i wouldn't mind ganging up on you steph.
XXStephsStarsXX (Original Poster) (Verified Tester)
Replied On Oct 16th AW94:
UGH GET LOST YOU WOMANIZER!1
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(...)
It was time for them to leave.
The entire Arc family had spent the last week in Mantle, using their time here to relax, sightsee, and have a taste of city life. The concert they've come here for in the first place was already over, and everyone was satisfied with their trip.
There was no reason for them to stay.
Personally, Jaune wouldn't mind staying in Atlas for a little bit longer, though.
Who knew when the next chance to meet his friends in person would happen in the future?
In the worst-case scenario, they might end up only meeting each other through their online games until all of them were enrolled in Beacon. It would have been a bit disappointing, but it was far from being impossible.
Although he had a feeling that Snow—who was Weiss Schnee herself, as he had recently learned—probably wouldn't have minded putting off their in-person meeting for as long as possible.
It would certainly seem preferable to dealing with all the issues head-on.
Jaune sighed.
He really needed to speak with her about that, didn't he?
The conversation wasn't going to be easy. He could already picture the panic his friend was going to be put under the moment he revealed that he had realised who she was. Unfortunately, he didn't believe he would be able to hide that information from her for too long, so it seemed like it was the only option.
"Are you sad that we have to leave that early?" His father asked, noticing his sour mood.
Jaune turned towards his father.
The man faced him with a gentle smile on his face and an encouraging attitude. They were already at the train station, packing all their things into the train. There were only a couple minutes left before they had to leave, and he could see his father trying to make their leave as painless as possible.
Saying goodbye to your friends was difficult, especially when you were on a tight schedule, and his father knew that well.
That was why he had the chance to say all of his goodbyes to Ilya the previous day, right after their spars had ended, and didn't have to worry about anything like that right now.
It was a pity that it wasn't the biggest problem gnawing at him.
He couldn't exactly reveal what that problem was, though.
"Yeah, a little bit." Jaune sighed again. "The fact that I lost seven to four in those spars with Ilya isn't helping, either."
His father snorted.
"It wasn't that bad, son." Charles put a hand on Jaune's shoulder. "Both of you are incredible fighters, especially for people who never had the chance to get proper training from real hunters. I would even say that you're almost as good as I was your age, and I had all the support of my parents when it came to training. If anything, I believe you should be proud of yourself for getting that strong without my help."
Jaune grumbled a little.
It was easy for his father to say that when he wouldn't be the one who was going to be teased about the result of that spar for the next couple of months. If he didn't give up the first round by trying to help Ilya get better, these spars of their would have been far more even!
He might have even been the winner in that case.
"Honey, are you two coming? The train's about to leave!" Amelia Arc called out from inside the train as she finished helping all her daughters pack everything inside the train. "Please don't tell me that Jaune is still moping about his loss."
A blush of embarrassment appeared on Jaune's face.
"I'm not moping, mom!"
Amelia giggled.
"Sure you aren't, sweetie." The matriarch of the Arc family said in a tone that clearly showed that she didn't believe him. "Don't worry, you will have the chance to even the score the next time you meet. I believe in you!"
Jaune groaned.
His father only chuckled.
"Let's go, son." Charles said. "We wouldn't want to miss our only train, would we?"
Jaune sighed.
"Alright, dad."
They moved to enter the train. The vehicle itself was as tightly packed and cheep as the train they used to get here, but at least the entrance was clean—which was more than what he could say about a lot of places he saw in Mantle.
The city really didn't impress him.
"Wait!" A loud voice echoed through the station. "Don't you dare enter that train just yet!"
Jaune immediately turned towards the voice.
It was Ilya, and she looked tired.
"You-" Ilya huffed, trying to breathe as much air in as possible. "You didn't think I was going to let you leave my city without a final chance to say goodbye, did you?! Who do you think I am, some heartless Atlesian?"
People turned towards them; they were making a scene in front of the train.
Charles Arc smiled slightly at them. He then patted Jaune on his back, mouthed to him to make sure he hurried up to enter the train on time, and left them on their own as he entered the train.
Alright, it looked like they still had a minute or two.
Jaune turned his attention back to Ilya and said the first thing that came to his mind upon seeing her.
"Did you run here all the way from the café?"
Ilya lightly punched him in response.
"It's unimportant." She said, before spreading her arms wide open. "Now, give your friend a final hug before you leave. We have no idea when the next time we will have the chance to meet."
Jaune couldn't help himself from smirking slightly.
"We already promised each other to play together tomorrow evening." He said. "It's like less than forty hours until then. I'm sure you'll be able to survive until then without too many issues, Ilya."
The very next moment, he was tackled into a hug.
"Shut up," Ilya said. "You know what I mean."
Jaune sighed again as he hugged his friend back.
"I know." He said. "Don't worry, I'll try to convince my family to visit Mantle at some point in the future once more. If that doesn't work out, however, we will surely meet when we enter Beacon, you know?"
"It'll be so long since then." Ilya whined.
Jaune chuckled.
He couldn't really argue with that; he also wanted to meet her at least once more before that.
Sadly, it wasn't going to be that easy.
"Attention passengers, the inter-kingdom train between Mantle and Vale is about to begin its journey." A voice echoed from the intercom systems of the train station. "Every passenger still outside the train should enter the vehicle as quickly as possible. All pedestrians should move away from the train tracks for their own safety. We wish you a pleasant journey."
Jaune looked at the intercom system.
"Well, it looks like it's my time." He said. "See you later, Ilya. I'll be sure to send you a message as soon as I return home. We might even get the chance to play something this evening if we are lucky."
Ilya nodded.
"Yeah, see you later."
With a hurried step, Jaune quickly entered the train, and not a few seconds later, the machine started moving. His journey home has begun, and he couldn't help but smile as he thought about his time in Mantle.
In the end, it was a good family trip.
(...)
Weiss stared at the door before her with nervousness on her face.
The door led to the room she usually had her music lessons in, and she could already hear the excited voices of her father and her music teacher. They were obviously talking about her future concerts and other events she was no doubt going to attend in the future.
It wasn't supposed to end up like that.
She was supposed to give a mediocre performance, have her single moment in the spotlight, and then be forgotten.
Sufficed to say, that didn't happen.
Now, she was fighting her nerves, thinking of a way to tell her music teacher that she didn't want to perform more concerts without having the man dismiss her. She had no idea how to do that.
It was especially difficult considering that her father was probably already setting up new events she was expected to star in.
She took a quiet breath.
At the very least, she most likely wasn't going to get scolded by her father for giving a subpar performance. It was a small victory, but it certainly was something; she would take even that if she had nothing else to gain from that concert.
Weiss turned tense as she heard the voices behind the door quiet down momentarily.
Her father appeared to have finished talking with her teacher. From the lack of shouting from her father or whimpering from her teacher, she could tell that their talk ended in an applicable manner.
It wasn't a good thing.
Weiss shifted from side to side as she felt her nerves relentlessly gnawing at her.
Maybe she wasn't going to be forced to perform on too many concerts in the end?
The majority of her concert was still rather mediocre; she really only played well during the last number, after all. People wouldn't want to listen to her singing again that often if only the last couple minutes of her performances were worthy of listening, right?
She was going to have to perform two or three more concerts at most; she was sure of it.
It took all of her discipline to not start tapping the floor beneath her with her foot from all the nerves she was feeling.
As she did her very best to appear composed, she couldn't help but consider herself lucky because of that. Not a moment later she saw the door before her open and her father coming out of the room.
He looked satisfied.
Weiss didn't know whether she should feel relief because of that or not.
Jacques slightly nodded his head towards her.
"You did adequate." The man said briefly before passing her by and leaving her alone to talk to her music teacher and discuss her future performances. It was obvious; he didn't have the time to talk to her.
It was one of the biggest praises Weiss had ever received from that man.
She didn't want it.
"Miss Schnee, would you be so kind and come here?" The voice of her music teacher echoed from the room. "We have so much much to discuss, and I'm sure you can't wait to talk about your future career."
Weiss tightened her fists.
Well, she supposed that one of the issues had already been dealt with. She wasn't expecting her father to return and talk with them about her future concerts; if anything, the man was more likely to never mention any of her performances ever again. At the very least, she probably wasn't going to hear anything from him about her concerts, as long as she didn't fail too badly at one of his events.
It appeared that managing her music career was left to her and her music teacher; hopefully it wasn't going to be too difficult.
After quickly steeling her nerves, she confidently entered the room.
Immediately, she noticed plenty of different documents and papers lying on the table in the middle of the room. The couch and chairs were also filled with stacks of different papers, most likely less important ones compared to the ones on the table.
There were also a couple discs lying near those documents, as the music teacher was busy doing something on a small laptop he had with himself.
It was clear that her teacher was excited about her future as a singer.
"Uhm..." She started, not sure what to do. "Was my performance good?"
Although she couldn't care less about how good of a singer she was, it was expected of her to care for such things. After all, it was her first concert ever, and she was supposed to want to succeed as a singer.
The music teacher looked up from his laptop and gently smiled at her.
"It was perfect, my dear." He said, before quickly pushing the laptop to the side. "You were clearly not doing that well at the beginning, but it was obviously just nerves eating at you. The final song made up for that entirely."
Weiss slowly nodded her head.
The reaction from her teacher was exactly as she expected. Most people probably didn't think that she was trying to give a bad performance on purpose and assumed she was just nervous since it was her first concert.
It was good to have confirmation that it was what people really thought.
At least she wouldn't have to deal with the anger of her father in response to that performance. The only thing she would have to deal with was his dismissive ignorance of all her accomplishments, which wasn't anything new.
The music teacher leaned slightly forward.
"Now, let's talk about your career, Miss." The man said. "You have a bright future ahead of you, and I'm going to make sure you will be able to realise it. The only thing you will need to do is give great performances."
Weiss bit back a sigh.
Yeah, she supposed there was nothing she could do about it now. She was going to be a singer whether she liked it or not; she could already see the free hours she had for gaming with her friends disappearing from her future.
It was going to be a tiring nightmare.
She sat down on one of the free chairs that didn't have stacks of papers on it.
"Okay, let's get down to business." She said, trying to sound more enthusiastic than she really was. "When will be my next concert, and how do I need to prepare for it? I hope I will have the time to prepare for it."
The music teacher's smile widened as the man was tricked by her fake enthusiasm.
"Don't worry, miss Schnee." The older man said in an assuring tone. "I'll make sure you have plenty of time to prepare the best performance you can give. We also need to give the public some time for the news about your career path to spread among them."
Weiss nodded.
"How long will it be?" She asked.
The music teacher paused, looked through a couple of documents, before subtly nodding his head as he thought of something.
"Eight months." The man said plainly before adding. "That is eight months after your father speaks publicly about your concert, so it's closer to one and a half years. It might be even a bit longer if we don't find a good date to put your performance in."
Weiss couldn't help but raise one of her eyebrows at her teacher's words.
That was quite a bit longer than she expected.
It almost gave her enough time to forget about her music career and relax. She knew that it probably was only such a big difference between the first and the second concerts she would give, but it still was more generous than she predicted.
She was quite pleasantly surprised by that, to be perfectly honest.
Of course, the moment her music teacher noticed the surprise on her face, he instantly assumed the worst and started to panic.
"O-Of course, if you want, we can try to hasten your next concert, Miss." The man said frantically. "I-I would also love for you to be able to give another concert as soon as possible, but your father insisted that he wanted to give a public talk about it. Also-"
Weiss raised her arm to stop the sputtering man.
"It's alright, I don't mind the longer wait." She admitted. "In fact, I believe that a proper break would do wonders for my next performance. Thank you for granting me that opportunity, sir."
The music teacher breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's great, Miss." The man said. "I knew you wouldn't be too upset about it. I appreciate your forgiveness."
Weiss hummed quietly.
That conversation was going a lot better than she thought it would. She didn't need to fight the teacher for a longer break, and she would even come out of this talk looking like she was the one who wanted to sing more.
It was beyond perfect.
"What sort of performances will be expected of me during those concerts? Will I need to prepare much?" She asked.
That was the final question she needed to have answered.
It didn't matter if she had months or years of free time between her concerts, if she still needed to use all that time to practice anyway. A free time was only free if she wasn't expected to do anything during it, after all.
A smile appeared on her teacher's face as the man reached for the laptop in response to her question.
"Don't worry about your performance too much, Miss. You're great." The man turned the screen towards her and played the video of her concert. "If you play like you did yesterday—especially if you do it like you did near the end—then everything will be just alright."
Weiss blinked.
That was another thing she didn't expect. She hadn't particularly bothered to prepare or practice for that concert. In fact, she actually did the exact opposite of that and aimed to be as average and mediocre as possible by wasting her time before the concert as much as she could reasonably justify to herself and her teachers. The only reason her last song was so good was because her mind had meandered off somewhere and she hadn't actively been sabotaging herself back then.
Now she was being basically praised for it.
It was a bit difficult to believe.
"Really? Are you certain that my performance was acceptable, sir?" She couldn't help but ask.
The teacher nodded his head before leaning back as he let the video of her concert play itself out.
"Yeah, it was good enough, Miss." The man said.
Weiss could only gape at the answer she was given.
Good enough; it was a description she hadn't had the chance to hear before. She was a Schnee; she always had to be perfect and strive to be better. It was impossible to imagine her just accepting any sort of result as satisfactory without it being absolutely perfect.
Yet, despite that, something like that seemed to be happening anyway.
She could perform publicly without aiming to be perfect and still be fine.
It was weirdly freeing if she was being honest.
"Right, let's get back to your career, shall we?" The music teacher leaned forward with a smile. "How about we talk locations? Where would you like to perform next the most, Miss Schnee? Vale or Mistral? We can do it in Atlas again, but it won't have the same effect, so I would recommend somewhere else."
From the way the conversation with her music teacher was going, it became pretty clear to Weiss that her career as a musician was essentially guaranteed to continue. In spite of that, however, she didn't find herself dreading it as much as she had thought she would.
With such big time intervals between her concerts, as well as her talent helping her get by with reasonable practice in between them, it really didn't seem as scary as it appeared before.
A small smile appeared on her face.
Maybe a future as a singer wasn't going to be so bad after all?
(...)
Of course, just because she wasn't dreading her future career anymore didn't mean that Weiss wasn't going to return to playing games as soon as she physically could.
It had been quite some time since the last time she could truly spend some time playing with her friends, after all.
The computer on her desk started without any issues. As soon as she saw the screen in front of her light up, she immediately opened up the voice chat app to see whether her friends were online.
She wasn't sure she would get to talk with them today, though.
Knight had been in Atlas for her concert, and she was pretty sure that he spent most of the time here with Chammy, but she didn't know when he was leaving. As far as she was aware, her friend could be travelling back home right now or still exploring the city without even thinking about playing video games.
There was no way for her to know, considering that she hadn't really had a chance to talk with her friends the last week.
Thankfully, she didn't need to worry about that for too long.
The moment the voice chat app opened up, she instantly noticed both her friends present on a single server, no doubt talking with each other already.
It looked like Knight was back home already.
Weiss clicked on the server and joined in.
"Hey there, I'm back." She said.
"Snow!" Knight and Chammy said at once.
A wide smile formed on her face. The conversation she just had with her music teacher did alleviate her worries and all, but she still preferred talking with her friends over anything. In the end, unlike people her father was paying to teach her, Knight and Chammy were people who she actually enjoyed being with.
She relaxed into her chair.
It was good to be back.
"It's great to hear you two, as well." She said, with a small giggle. "I know we didn't really have the chance to talk a lot lately. What did I miss? Have you enjoyed your trip to Atlas, Knight?"
"He better have! I was the best host he could have asked for; we even had some small Lan parties together. You should have joined us; we would have kicked everyone's butts!" Chammy cut in before Knight could reply.
Knight chuckled.
"It was fun." The boy said.
The smile on Weiss's face turned a bit wistful.
Yeah, it all sounded really fun. She wished she could have joined them back then, even if she had to wear some sort of disguise to hide her real identity as a Schnee heiress from Chammy.
A quiet sigh escaped her.
At least her friends had fun the last week.
"Also," Chammy suddenly started. "Jaune and I had a chance to spar, and you won't believe how much I destroyed him in it. I won almost two times as many exchanges as he did; I'm basically twice as good as he is."
Weiss raised her eyebrow in a slight confusion.
"Jaune?" She asked.
"It's me." Knight, or Jaune apparently, said. "It felt a little weird to call each other by our nicknames when meeting in person, so we revealed our real names to each other; Chammy's real name is Ilya, by the way. Also, the final score of our spar was seven to four, and the only reason it was so bad for me was because I basically gave up the first round by accident."
Weiss heard a snort from Chammy.
"Yeah, right." Chammy, Ilya that was, said. "If by accident, you mean your stupid decisions, then sure, you gave up the first round by accident."
Knight groaned.
"I was literally giving you advice on how to fight better!" The boy complained.
"That doesn't change the final score." Ilya said in a smug tone.
Weiss giggled.
"It's good to know that you had fun while I was busy, guys." She said. "It sounds like it was great. I wish I could have been there with you; I'm sure the scores would have been completely different if I had the chance to fight with you too.
"Yeah, it was great. I wish you were here with us, as well." Ilya said, sounding as if she were stretching just now. "I guess you know Jaune's and my real names now, huh? Do you want to share your name with us too? We could ditch the nicknames if you did."
Weiss froze.
She couldn't tell her friends her real name; it would ruin their relationship in an instant.
"Uhm-" She stammered.
What was she supposed to do?
It wasn't like she could simply decline. Knight and Chammy were her greatest friends; it would appear incredibly suspicious if she didn't trust them with something as simple as a name.
The situation was especially difficult because they told her their names already.
"Maybe we shouldn't pry into Snow's private life, Ilya." Knight said. "Not everyone feels comfortable revealing such information to online friends, especially when Snow's as rich as we know she is."
Chammy groaned quietly.
"I'm curious, though." The girl said. "Besides, we are all friends here; she can trust us. I know I can trust her; I wouldn't have told her half the things I did if I couldn't."
"Ilya," Knight said.
Chammy sighed.
"Fine, I don't want to pressure her either." Chammy said. "Snow, know that if you ever feel comfortable with us, you can tell us anything. We would love nothing more than to learn about your real self."
Weiss relaxed.
It looked like the situation had been resolved by itself.
"Thank you." She said. "Don't worry, I'll tell you more about myself at some point in the future for sure, I promise."
Chammy laughed a little.
"That's all I asked for." The girl said.
A smile on Weiss's face widened; another issue resolved itself so much better than she thought it would. It appeared that she was unusually lucky today; maybe things were starting to finally look up for her?
"Let's forget about all those heavy things, guys." Knight said. "We haven't played any games with all three of us in quite some time, and I can't wait to change that. You two up for playing some games tonight?"
Weiss nodded her head slightly, despite knowing it wasn't going to be seen by her friends.
It had been a long time coming, but it was finally gaming time, and she couldn't be happier to play some games.
And cut!
Weiss now know the names of her friends! yay!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and see ya next time!