splatted.

"Stupid game.. Stupid people," Warchief thought to himself, groaning as he started at the Defeat Screen. He wasn't no tryhard by any means, but god, it seemed like people could never actually get on his level and understand how to play properly.

The bean-shaped thing let out a huff of annoyance as he dwelled within his thoughts too much, hand going onto his visor and pinching it. He thought back to rounds he could've won, how much better this game could be if half the player base wasn't trolls or kids who couldn't even spell restaurant... Maybe he just needed some fresh air, is all.