Hello long queues, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because the things that I saw playing
Left me feeling like praying
That the teams I had would stop being so shit
They're all twits
On defeat screens of silence
In solo queue I felt the pain
Of endless teams of lemming trains
While I tried to keep my laner down
I watched as they all rushed and frowned
When my champ was ganked before I could cast a spell
Fuck, what the hell
As I respawned, in silence.
And in every match I saw
Ten thousand noobs, prolly more.
People casting without aiming,
No teamwork just all blaming,
Getting ganked by junglers whose positions were never shared
And no one cared,
Cause there were no pings, just silence.
Devs, said I, you do not know,
Passes like a cancer grows.
Look at the Boards, they might teach you,
Prestige is shit, how can this not reach you?
The rants and posts... like silent raindrops fell,
and echoed in forums of silence.
And bad players fed and fought,
In every champ they ever bought.
Noobs made every game a slog,
Getting chopped up like wooden logs.
But at least some
Know that they are awful and aware that they can't play for shit
And can't land a hit.
i spent like ten minutes on this please dont hurt me i know its bad