u/Holiday_Yesterday793
I was 2 games away from Masters and then God decided I’d had enough happiness for one day.
I’m actualy convinced that being two matches away from Masters is a scripted event where the game decides to test my blood pressure. I was right there and then the " bad randoms curse" hit me like a truck
Legendary 1 is basically a daycare.. just full of people picking Dynamike into Mortis and acting like a clown when they get cooked. Legendary 2 is just a bunch of carried players who have no idea how they got there, and by the time I hit Legendary 3, the matchmaking decides the enemy team should be actual pros with 0 ping while my teammates are playing like it’s their first time touching a screen
Finding a good random teammate is like finding water in a desert. I’m out here carrying 1v3 every single game just to end up right back where I started. I’ve wasted so much time just to dip back down. I’m officially taking a break before I throw my phone into a wall