“Hey, we’ve played before. We destroyed that other team.” A friendly ally greeted me. I smile.
Thirty minutes later, I, as Chaos Knight, the sole carry for our team, get absolutely crushed.
My teammates began to berate each other, and I slunk into depressive silence.
Right before our Ancients fell, came the most soul-crushing words I’ve heard on DOTA.
“I must’ve played with another person,” said the initially-friendly ally. “That person was good.”