"Shut the fuck up man, clear minions, clear minions, can't you see I'm doing that?! You think I can do everything, huh?", I was stuck in resurrection cool down and could only listen as the speaker roared out the words, I had never thought I would get to hear from this boy.
"Of course you can, we practiced this so many-", my voice quivered only to be drowned out by his in the next split second.
"Fuck you, man. I play this game just for fun only, let me tell you, man, if you want to find someone to play serious you better find someone else. I legit casually play this game only.", his menancing tone cursed through the microphone to my speakers as the screen faded a darker shade and announced the results, 20 to 29, defeat; just like how I felt.
It stung and it felt horrible. Not on how nor why we lost but on the thought of his words that pierced like lethal poison; which was not enough to kill me, but enough to break my innocent image of him.
There came the want to change back to my main account for solo queuing, after all that's what he wanted to, but it was my professional side which compelled me to invite him for the next round and the round after. With the time that came with it, I tried to step in his shoes and understood what he said was true at some point, that games were meant to be enjoyed, but I guess he didn't realise that there were people who put in effort in this 5v5 game we played to make it enjoyable, and to them, it was a kind of belief and faith, like it was to me too. But I wonder if he did too, or was it too much to ask, to try and understand my passion for it?
As the last game still displayed the same results over the screen, 10:58 pm rolled around. It was 2 minutes away from the routined time to adjourn the nightly meetup. To be honest, I wasn't surprised at the results of the games, as it was to be expected. After all, I did as he said and did not point out his mistakes neither in roaming nor how he instructed others to gank for him.
My silence over the gameplays must have been deafening as in the gameplays that lasted 20 minutes each, not an ounce of apology was seen nor heard from him. All I had left to do then was to leave the voice channel and wait.
Although I didn't know what I was waiting for, I had felt the need to wait. So, there I laid in silence, on my bed, accompanied by the static feedback of my microphone and the sound of the winds blown by my air conditioner.
After 15 minutes, I dialled my microphone's sensitivity down, which stopped the feedback, and scrolled through my phone in which I stumbled upon the week old Eternigram message, where I invited him to play with me when he said he returned as a player in this 5v5 game. Tears eventually trickled down unto my screen once it all came flooding back to me, the suppressed feelings, the memories of all those hard carries I had to do because he dragged me down, yet not once did I scold him for it. Even if it felt like he was throwing the game, and trolling my other friends' win rate and ours along with it.
Not when he fed the enemy as a core and ignored farming to bounce the team's economy back up, nor when he'd left his buffs alone and I had to watch out for enemy cores. This was in Grand Maestro's rank, 3 tiers higher than the bottom ranks such of a mere War Knight and he expects me to wipe his ass like he's one, and gets triggered by a bit of pressure. Believe me when I say, this was the last straw.
Yet I was the one who felt sad about it, and it sucked. It sucked; real bad.
It felt as if someone had just came to terrorise your project that you worked your butt off and was very proud of; dropping it on the floor, and said "I was just playing with it . No, big deal.", unapologetically. I was mad, hurt, but I was taught to not say anything unless it's good or advisable.
Likewise, I had to be the bigger person this time, for him, for us. After all, he was my friend, I felt like I owed him something, despite the possibility that I didn't.
Still, my thoughts were very conflicted between whether his actions were justified or not, which at a point made me realise I needed someone who could perceive from both sides of view.
Before long, I had already screenshotted the results of the ranked matches and sent them to a friend of mine, Gaia on WhoseApp along with a caption of :
Miao:(I told him to clear wave from bottom side to top side he told me to shaddup. Lose streak 3, no talk.
It didn't take long for her to answer.
Gaia: Who's that he?
Obi?
Yesh.
Gaia: :> *cat awkward smiling animated sticker*
He roamed wrong, I said nothing. His build wrong, I said nothing. Not time yet for gank, I said nothing. He feed lo.... *anime slap on the head sticker*
Gaia: U want teach but he dun let. *cat showing uninterested face sticker* Me better than him cuz me good gal. *cat biting leg animated sticker*
Nyesh. *cat awkward smiling animated sticker* *cat smiling sticker*
Gaia: *head pat sticker*
*The sin that cannot be forgiven sticker* *Thomas has never seen such bullshit before sticker*
As I waited for her next reply, I noticed the last of my two sticker messages did not send through, I took a look at the time on screen, 11:39 pm; "Right.", I thought to myself, "She had school tomorrow..."
I sighed and pulled my pillows and duvet closer to myself. Though the duvet was quite pillowy and soft it wasn't always efficient in wearing down my unwanted feelings. At least it still preserved a purpose in being able to cocoon myself.
Bzz. Bzz.
I got awoken by the vibration of a message. The vibrations still resonated within the mattress. 12:23 am, it showed on the screen. It was an ungodly hour, for most people, but not for some.
Salty Nutella: Min, come lo, we're missing on 1 person. We need a mage.
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Olympus Esportz
RandomWarning of inappropriate behaviour and language. Slanged English in conversations of said story, but the rest of the story is of otherwise grammatical correct English.
