So, two of our guys had their Internet go out, leaving us in a 3v5 from the beginning. It was myself, Rajir (i.e. Matt, Erik's buddy), and a random Zyra. There was no way. No way in hell. And that's when we said fuck hell, fuck death, fuck sadness, we are going to take off like a motherfucking rocket ship, filled with cocaine. Surrender at 31:45 after we wiped their team and were pushing to a base turret. GG reality and logic. Check it:
Remember this day young Cyrus, for even when you are awash in the bitter tears of defeat, the reality of this moment shall not be washed away.
"The horror. The horror."
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