#overwatch is a dying game but that's why im rising through the ranks lmao

[the-next-miss-american-trash]

Oooo I'm FUMING that I'm still shaking.

So I'm playing Overwatch competitive Open Queue, first game of the morning. It's on Hollywood, we're starting Attack. I'm on mic, and we had like two other people in VC. Our Hog is also mic.

We struggle a little to push onto first point, to which our Hog got some decent kills to win us that point. We're now pushing car. Going to second point, the enemy gets their ults a lot quicker and we're struggling again to push through. Hog starts complaining. At first, i don't comment because yeah, our dps were struggling to get picks.

But Hog contributes nothing to coms. He just complains. We luckily get second, and start pushing through third. Another tough battle, but we made it to the end.

Our turn for Defense and we get rolled. Still complaining. Our round 3 attack, we push it to jail on second point. Morale is low but determination is high. Or should I say spite.

Come round 4 defense, and Hog goes on and on about how he carried through first point and our dps need to pick it up blah blah blah. Our other tank, Sigma now, finally joins in and tells him to shut up because he's toxic af and not contributing to coms at all. And that he doesn't even have gold, so clearly our dps were picking it up. But Hog don't care. He continues to complain, calling the Sigma the r word because he can't see how trash our dps were blah blah. "If we lose first point I'm throwing."

Only, we held *hard*. We burnt straight through their time holding first, and lose it at overtime. At this point, I'm pissed off because he won't shut up. So now I'm hopping on with the Sigma telling him to shut the fuck up because that was a damn good hold and to stop complaining and win. I saved this dumbass's life with my Baptiste fields, and thinks to credit our mercy instead for holding him up.

He just. won't. stop.

So I'm yelling at him all through second point, time ticking into overtime, we're a little staggered. But our godly mercy keeps the team up right as they're at the end and ress'ed me. We kill the stragglers and WIN.

And i go OFF. "NOW YOU LOOK DAMN STUPID BECAUSE WE WON. YOU FUCKING IDIOT. SO CRY ABOUT IT. AND KEEP CRYING. BYE."

I was shaking. I even woke up my sister at that point, and she looks at me a lil annoyed. But i do my best to calm down, queue up, and then avoid and reported him. It was so bad.

Luckily, that was the only instance of a toxic teammate, because all my games after that were a steady rise to 3340, the highest my sr has ever been. I got a group that helped me decompress because they were funny, and my mood went back to positive. But never, never before had i flipped my lid and had to yell at someone during comp. It was just so irritating to have someone complaining while we were winning.