"When a Teammate runs off"
When a Teammate runs off, I feel frustrated. But not only that. I feel angry. Insulted. Slighted.
Why do they shun the companionship an camaraderie of unity? Are they above those of us who believe in harmony and unison?
I ask myself these questions with tears on my face. For I shall never truly know the answer to this deep contemplation. My soul-searching will be forever vain.
Then they die. And all is over. I carry on.
When my team does not play windmill in Winter Malinovka, I am livid. I do not understand. How is it that many feel as if the lower ground is the ideal strategy to pursue?
Do they not understand?
Can they not see?
Yea, as Solomon once said, "all is vanity. All that walketh under the sun is vanity."
And another infinitesimal portion of my soul dies and is lost forever.
When my team charges the bridge in Falls Creek, I am consternated. My brow pours sweat like my father pours liquor down his throat.
I see things, horrible things. My mind sees children screaming, bodies piling up, homes burning... it is meaningless. Oh so meaningless.
Is love but an illusion?
When a medium snipes on my team, I feel the cold grasp of death pulling me into the void.
I hear the shrieks of the eternally tortured, those whose souls had no hope in the past life, and have even less hope for all eternity.
Please, plug me back in, agent. I have seen enough. I want to continue to live in my world, even if it is a lie.
At least it's MY lie.
When i get blocked, I laugh. But it is not a laugh of joy, or amusement.
It is a howl. A bowl of sheer madness. All is vanity. The moon is blood. Drums in the deep. We cannot escape. They are coming.
Fling me from the castle walls. End my miserable existence. I wish to Kanye that all would simple end. Blackness sounds so... right.
Goodbye, world. You're probably better off without me.
I've had enough.
I love this game, 10/10.