Let’s get one thing straight before this little rant of mine: I love League of Legends. A lot. It’s by far my favorite MOBA (Massive Online Battle Arena), and it’s probably my favorite game to play with a group of friends. I can’t count the times I’ve nearly split my hip laughing at how awesome a certain scenario in game unfolded. It’s great.
Alright, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way…
Yes, I mad at the game right now. For a reason that will be unavoidable until the end of days: the players. Yes, the players. Random players. Players that I cannot possibly avoid playing with as long as I don’t have a full team of friends playing with me at a time. Now, they’re not all bad. I’ve had some great times with random players before, even started conversations with some of them. Intelligent conversations. Some of these random players have actually become friends.
This is not true in all cases, however. Nine times out of ten, I’m playing with idiots. Well, idiots isn’t a fair term to use. Bad players is probably a more accurate way to put it. And these bad players are usually assholes. Assholes who love to blame everyone but themselves for their shortcomings. Assholes who can’t take constructive criticism well. Assholes who are just… well, assholes. They’re ultimately the reason why I can’t enjoy League of Legends to its maximum potential at all times, because I’m forced to play with genuinely rude people. Its an inevitable obstacle that all who play random games are forced to endure.
Dominion, the newest game mode in League, seems to bring out the worst in these players. I played a set of three games tonight: one with my friends Tyler and Chris, and the other two with just Tyler. We lost all three. And in each of these games, lo and behold, were assholes, constantly pointing the finger at others for their shortcomings. In one of our games, I was trying something new with Cho’gath, a bulky demon like creature with a tendency to devour his enemies with an “Omnomnomnom!” (seriously, that’s one of his attacks). I was building him pure damage, instead of the meatier, tankier version that I usually play as. It wasn’t going so well. Meanwhile, another member of our team, who enjoyed going into fights on his own, with no one else in sight near him, against three other enemy players, loved to constantly die and point the blame at someone else. Mainly me. Now granted, I was not doing so hot myself in the end, but this was primarily because of this players inability to play as a team. His dying made the enemy team stronger, and by relation, made our team weaker.
In the end, he ended up blaming everything on myself, when he was probably the sole reason why we lost. I do see the irony in all of this, of course. I’m putting the blame on another player, just as he did to me. Truth be told, it doesn’t even matter anymore, since the games over and we already lost. No ones going to look back at this day in history and sort out who’s to blame. And I’m alright with that. To be honest, at the end of writing this long rant, I’m not nearly as angry as I was when I first started writing it, which was actually the ultimate goal of all of this. So I guess i not mad nemore bro. I not mad at all.
Thanks for reading.