Sunday, 13 May 2012

Hell of the ELO variety, and why it sucks.

Welcome, welcome, to my very first non-introductory post! Today, I'm going to be talking about a game I've been playing, what ELO is, and how I've gotten stuck in the barren pits of hell that it creates.

Just to clear the air, I'm a tad bit alone most of the time, due to my lack of friends, friends lacking in availability, or both. So, instead of doing drugs like many small town Albertans may choose to, I make music and play video games.

Currently, my choice of game relies heavily on team based actions, and victory can really only be achieved. If you have an at least somewhat competent team. Usually I am with a team I have found, and we kick some ass, but unforeseen issues have sent us apart until we can progress higher in level to regroup.

This may not sound like an issue to anyone who hasn't seen the cesspool of terrible people that lies within this game, and is unfamiliar with how the matchmaking system works. So, without further ado, let's dive into the factors behind a "solo queue" of this game, and how I'm stuck in ELO hell because of them.

Matchmaking relies on a system popularized by chess players known as an ELO system. Basically, players each have an ELO ranking, which goes up or down based on victories and defeats in matches. Higher your ranking, higher opponents you'll face and be matches with as teammates, and backwards for lower rank. Those last sentences made me sound like a giant nerd for knowing these things, but I don't give a fuck.

Basically, I lost a couple matches, and now cannot stop losing because my teammates are now at my supposed level, even when I should be higher up be matched with competent players. I don't mean to say I can't improve, no I'm not actually that good, but I'm not so fucking terrible that I should have lost 10 rounds in a row.

This phenomenon is known as ELO hell, and right now is infuriating me to no end. Keep in mind, these matches take anywhere from 20 minutes, to a fucking hour, and I am always stuck with an uncooperative team who won't communicate and is fucking retarded.

I hope there is a way to scale out of this, my entertainment shouldn't be pissing me off so much! Maybe if the dipshits I'm grouped with would grow a fucking brain and not be so goddamn fucking stupid!

The above paragraph probably needs more fucks, and I probably need a couple of wins, but life isn't perfect I guess. Anyways, that's my dollop of rage and vinaigrette for today, hopefully I transferred a little anger to you so I can lighten up a bit!

Probably not though, that shit'll happen over my dead body.

E-Money

Introductions Are In Order

Hello, unknown readers! (all two of you) This blog/journal/diary/ramble/sign of the apocalypse is going to cover a variety of topics, ranging from entertainment to personal forays into life to cats.

It is being written by a kind old gent known as Eric, and was inspired by the grandest of the grand, RockAwesome, who decided to start her own blog.

I work in a theatre, with the extremely competitive minimum wage gained every 2 weeks to fuel my media obsessions. I love this abundance of what a gangster might call, "cash flow, yo", and my friends love the free movies (all two of them).

These two friends will be referred to as K-dawg and B-dawg for sake of confidentiality and cupcakes. Other guests in the blog will share similar names, but I may call a few people "Dumb McCatterfuck" for sake of accuracy.

One of things you must know about me is my frivolous use of profanity and words like frivolous. If I had one goal in mind, it would be to have more "fucks" in this blog then literal fucks in the Kama Sutra! Along with vulgarity, expect stupid, trying to hard to act bitterly humourous jokes like that one.

One more note, I am a Canadian, so whenever I'm typing inside my igloo, I'll be using COLOURFUL language, and ride my husky sled dogs to my job at the THEATRE. Any of you Americans have issues with that, back away from the computer and drown your sorrows in a Big Mac or five, eh?

Hopefully this introductory post has let you make your decision whether to red my blog or not. If you at all thought, "immature, stupid guy who thinks he's good at dry humour", then you might be right! I'm gonna act like a dick, be egotistical, and generally fuck shit up in this place, and if you can't handle it, then please leave.

I'll be posting whenever I feel like it, though I will probably average 2/3 posts a week if I'm not a lazy asshole. Anyways, hope you enjoy, and keep reading if you are radical!

E-Money