It is a frustration that you have never known. it is a dissapointment that you have never understood. a joy that has never before been felt and an agony that hasn't struck you so hard from something you participated in voluntarily. every game is a commitment to suffer, endure, and triumph. The pain of knowing your team's incapability and the hopelessness of the air-tight, seemingly robotic profficiency of you're adversaries will constantly baffle you. "do other's suffer timelessly as I do?" "is there a way to somehow make a balanced matchmaking system?" "is there anyway that this number i am labeled can be changed for the better so i can not be associated with the despicable garbage that plagues this MMR?" "will the only game i have ever known to love improve for me as i improve for it?" no, no, and terribly sorry but no. so chug along as you wipe proverbial tears from your hypothetical eyes as this game shows you how good an enemy can be and how retarded out of their pathetic skulls an allie can be. and maybe you can occasionally carry the weight of 4 other people and win a steep uphill battle against time and space itself. learn to fear dying alone as you witness the impossible ineptitude of your teammates as they all 1 by 1 plunge themselves into the clutches of an undeserving enemy team. and if you have the pure ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ discipline... just try to have fun.