GGWP

Chapter 1.

Ian

  "What the actual f**k?!" Ian screamed into the mic of his Sennheiser headphones. "Guys. There's no way that fucker isn't cheating! Right?! Like, no f*****g way, fam." He was absolutely incredulous at this asshole. No matter where he went on the map, that Nsecure f**k was on him, sniping him, nading him- keeping him purple so his team couldn't heal him. When he swapped to Genji, his best character, and dived back line to get Ana, (Nsecure's hero character); she couldn't be found or he was slept as she sprayed and stepped over him, fleeing to the safety of her team. 

  The spray... that was pissing him off. You would think as a pro player he'd be used to that kind of s**t. For the most part he was. But the fact that he had never played with this guy, but heard so much about him and that he didn't know who this person was infuriated him. Every time he dove back there, even when he ulted, he would hear "go to sleep" and huge letters popped up on his screen SLEEPING.

  "Frustrating as f**k, dude" Ian muttered under his breath. If she didn't just just nade, shoot and melee him-in short, just kill him, he heard the ttttssssssstt of her spray, which was a thought bubble with "ZZzzZZ" on it, or other times in the match she would spray a pillow under his head. 

  "Round 2..." flashed across his screen.. He was going to deal with this asswipe this round, he was confident. He selected Sombra, a hero with a stealth skill, and cracked his knuckles and breathed deep. "Let's see how you like this."

Stellan

  Holy shit...Stellan thought, relieved. What a great round she had just played! That was probably her best Ana game thus far! Watching the League games and VODs for weeks and pouring over everything each role of the team did, finding mistakes, practicing, reviewing...all of it felt like it paid off in that game. f*****g Er0s from SaturnGG was coming after her HIMSELF! Like, what?!

  Damn, she felt good, but she had to focus. It was only the first round and she knew if he had come for her like that in the first round, she was cramping his style. Round 2 would be even more intense. She shouldn't have sprayed him every time she subdued him...that was pretty BM. but hey dude, don't keep comin' back here! She chuckled to herself. 

  Stellan couldn't believe that she had successfully 1v1'd Er0s...but at the same time, like, why not? this is what she had been practicing for.. for 18 hours a day for 2 years. It hadn't been easy grinding, but it was easy in the sense of her social life. She didn't have many friends, Jade and a few people she played with, and she didn’t really have family ties or responsibilities either. She hadn't talked to her parents in years. They sent her plenty of money, she guessed as a salve for their absence; they were always traveling the world and going to bullshit galas and all sorts of things Stellan knew nothing about. 

  She had decided awhile back that she would accept their money, save it up and work toward the pro scene.It had been beneficial so far. She had moved back from Seoul 3 weeks ago; she had gone to practice and learn from players over there and had stashed quite the war chest of information and strategies. Got some dope ass skincare habits and products while she was there, too.

  She brought herself back to the hero select screen. She knew  Er0s would be on her ass this round, so she decided to play a little more aggressive.

   She decided to change it up and selected Moira, her second best hero. 

  The game was a good one, intense and high octane. Any high ladder player would have enjoyed it, win or lose. Luckily for Stellan, they won. She made little to no errors and effectively healed and defended herself without getting out of position, which is easy to do on Moira; she is not a healer to be f****d with and has tons of 1v1 potential depending on how skilled her handler is.  Stellan was proud of her progress and attention to detail with the character. 

  She logged off, leaned back in her AK Racing chair and sighed with relief. “What a morning,” Stellan mumbled to herself, reaching for her joint, “Time for breakfast.” 

Ian

  “Wow.” Ian had truly been surprised by this support’s skill. “Wild as hell.” He mumbled to himself. Normally, “Er0s” was streaming on Twitch, but he had taken the weekend off and he was glad he had. He was relieved to have come across “Nsecure” off stream-he now had time to process and evaluate not only his own performance, but Nsecure’s as well and he didn’t need chat questions from at least 100 different subs.

   It wasn’t a bad game, by any means; he had played well, maybe made a mistake here or there. For the most part though, his team was lacking. Ian was not the type of teammate that blames everyone else, he is just a professional player and his teammates aren’t. That’s not a damnation on their part, it’s just a skill cap thing. Plenty of college teams could do their best against an NFL team and the result probably be pretty close to the outcome of the game he just got out of. Any team game is a game of communication and synergy. It’s hard to have the same synergy with randoms on the competitive ladder as a six-man that lives in the same house and plays the game for a living, ya know?

  Ian looked at the clock on his monitor and sighed. It was 3 am and he had scrims with his teammates “tomorrow” around 11am. “Alright, one more and I’m out.”