I awake on a cold, dark night. The thought of going to work eclipsing any other desires this day, save one – I’m rank 2. Like all other days, I muster all of my energy for work.
Then, like a beacon of light in a turbulent ocean, I receive the call: “DoYourBestBear, you can stay home tonight, for now.”
My thoughts shift to the rank 2 position and the actual probability that I can win the first solo queue match this night. Breaking down the statistics and seeing who is online, I realize the odds are against me. But I have a heroic worldview and to battle the odds is what defines me.
I queue up. Acandis just got foiled.
Queue pops. Acandis is not on my team – probability of winning increases. Quilja is on my team though – probability of winning slightly decreases, but not as much as if I had Acandis instead.
Quilja carries hard – surprising, I know. The opponents consistently sent two players to kill me, leaving Quilja to run rampant over the map.
We win.
Now I wait – am I rank 1? Forty-five minutes to find out.
