Weird things happen

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Route 66. Defence. No obvious trolls. Okay. Let’s go.

I set myself up out of sight of their spawn but still covering the payload area.

My team?

Well, all five of them are stood immediately in front of the enemy spawn.

The doors open, and obviously my whole team gets instantly wiped. I back off and wait for them to respawn…but the round is already over. My team are stupid, demoralised, scattered and disorganised. Meanwhile the enemy are well established on the cart and my team have no clue what to do. The enemy push the cart all the way to the end without a pause. My team does nothing to stop them.

My team are now tilted, as am I. For me, I am by now resigned to an unavoidable loss.

“Okay. We’ve lost. But I am still going to burst out of those doors like a mangy dog with its derrière on fire. I doubt my team will follow, and I’m more than likely going to get destroyed in a 1v6 over and over again. Oh well. What can you do?”

The doors open. I tear out.

I am alone.

The enemy team aren’t as stupid as mine. They are positioned much better. I start laying waste to anyone in front of me. I manage to get a pick, but I’m taking a truly enormous amount of damage. I prepare myself to get de-meched, and am already moving towards the cliff edge to jump off and reset…then it happens. I feel the nuzzly warmth of healing course through my brink-of-destruction mech. I take a look around: some of my team are engaging! We get a few more picks and the rest of the team emerge.

I encourage them and try to spur them on. We get a total team wipe and roll the cart all the way to the end. Two of the enemy tilt and leave. Our victory is now assured.

Sometimes, just sometimes, a really bad team can metamorphose into something glorious.