Rumble
Ooh, I want to murder the internet so bad. Just happened to be sitting here awake at 4am on Christmas day. Thought, "hey, a rumble tourney in 11 minutes with 11 entrants, no ults. I'll take that. I'll be attempting sleep in a half hour." Five minutes later: "Oh, Muroni's in. That's okay, I still have a good shot at an ornament." The tourney starts: "I won't face Muroni until semi finals. I've got an ornament in the bag." Two matches later: "30 seconds 'til the next...FUCK! Why the hell did my connection GO OUT?!?!?!" And even though I noticed it right away, I couldn't switch networks (because there is another one oddly enough) and load a client fast enough to catch the match in time.
So yeah, I lost a match I should have won, lost an ornament I should have had, and again for the fucking umpteenth time dropped ranking when I shouldn't have. It wouldn't be so bad if d/c didn't equal a drop in ranking, as opposed to logging out not equaling a loss in ranking.
And yes, cussing doesn't make my ranting look good--why the fuck should it look good? I'm fucking pissed over something "sane" people consider petty. Cussing just makes me feel better because it's not like a fucking redemption tourney will appear in the next two seconds. I'm fucking frustrated.
Merry Fucking Christmas.
So yeah, I lost a match I should have won, lost an ornament I should have had, and again for the fucking umpteenth time dropped ranking when I shouldn't have. It wouldn't be so bad if d/c didn't equal a drop in ranking, as opposed to logging out not equaling a loss in ranking.
And yes, cussing doesn't make my ranting look good--why the fuck should it look good? I'm fucking pissed over something "sane" people consider petty. Cussing just makes me feel better because it's not like a fucking redemption tourney will appear in the next two seconds. I'm fucking frustrated.
Merry Fucking Christmas.