TSA Dice Superchats 100,000 Volts! [No, Seriously Not]
“Uh, thanks for the 300,000 volt donation…? If you're really not, then you must've been pretty pissed yesterday…?”
“I-is that so. Sorry about that too? I was super sensitive 'cause Challenger was right there, y'know. Sorry for jumping to proxy troll conclusions.”
“Y-yeah. Thanks. G-get well soon? Full recovery?”
“…Anyway, Dice vouched for me, so everyone's admitting I'm not proxy, right?”
“Aish, fine. Cam on then. I really wanna hit Challenger? Yeah, I bus-climbed here fair and square, but now that I'm this close, I want it bad. Kinda tired tho. But luck's on fire today—miss this window and I won't make it.”
With that, I closed Crisu's stream. No clue if she'd actually hit Challenger, but sticking around after all that didn't feel cool.
Hardly much time had passed, but with everything piling up, my mind was fried. I gave in to the sleep crashing over me and passed out.
The next day, I heard Crisu unbelievably failed her Challenger push.
Of all people, her mid matchup was Proud.
Blah blah blah, chaos ensued, and two weeks flew by.
To sum up the two weeks: Crisu still couldn't crack Challenger after that. Obviously, that day's streak was a freak luck explosion—once she dropped one, she snapped back to her usual matchups and plummeted after grinding forever.
From a proxy scandal angle, the sudden loss streak looked bad, but she held Grandmaster tier steady with solid games, so it didn't blow up into major drama and got buried quick.
Instead, that incident boosted her skills, tier, and buzz—subs skyrocketing. Wild that a minor master high school girl hadn't blown up sooner.
Well, 40k subs originally? Kinda already popular, huh? Fair to say the scandal just amplified her existing fanbase.
Anyway, enough on Crisu. Not like I'd care without this connection.
In those two weeks, I hadn't touched my main account once since that day. Playing it now wouldn't help shit in my situation.
Not that I slacked on games—full days on my smurf ATH for rehab training.
Heaps of messages from folks too: current teammates, ex-Tundra guys, coach.
They nagged in various ways, but with no real answers, I brushed 'em off vaguely.
Now, just four weeks till Spring split. Game season ended, new patch dropped.
Obviously, other teams were already booking scrims, grinding data on the new patch.
Everyone except Tundra Silver Airs.
Cause? Me, duh.
Couldn't go to dorms, hiding my condition from the guys—no voice allowed.
Skills… honestly, a tiny bit better. A smidge.
But nowhere near my old self.
No way I could scrim like this.
But no sub mid, and I wasn't dodging forever.
So we did it.
Scrims.
Remote.
No mic.
“Bro, you really okay?”
“What's wrong that you can't even voice? You're not dying while gaming, right?”
ADC Suhyun and support Yujin grilling me.
Yeah, fair. No voice from a "sick" guy screams terminal.
I even asked coach if we should loop in the team early—firm "not yet," so I nearly snapped but held back. Coach knows best, right? Reasons exist.
So scrims it was: me muted, pings and chat only.
Lucky our main caller ain't me. Critical issue, but not apocalypse.
I chime in plenty, but team rolls without me.
“Condition good? Haven't seen you queue lately.”
Same-age Kaiser asking worried—no gym zombie jabs, so yeah, they see me as serious case.
Games on smurf.
Quick chat reply, then deep breath.
“For real okay?”
“Seriously worried.”
“Yeonwoo says he's fine. Y'all overreacting.”
Kaiser double-checks in disbelief, Suhyun frets most. Jungler Seongchan brushes it off casual.
Needed words, but from him? Annoying. Younger but cocky as hell.
Where's Coach Kang?
“Big thing today, he's out. Director's gone too.”
“Not a big scrim anyway.”
True. Not major—for everyone but me.
“What we gotta prep…”
New season changes? Checked. Info gathered despite my mess—top soloq data, rival trends. Not my direct grind, pity.
“Ban Engineer?”
“Free it. OP confirmed, but need feel for counter or ban.”
Engineer: New season star, satellite scientist mage.
Buzz on her, but killer laning and snowball define her. Long non-target range, bombs for CC zone control, chain explosions on targets.
Dodge skill? Minions chain the damage—unfair trades already hated.
OP af.
Clunky, no escape tho—pros need jungler babysit. Still, laning worth pick.
Scrim foes: Team VP. Summer 6th, barely playoffs. Weak mid rep—perfect Engineer testbed.
Can't handle her here? Data says ban or take her. Manageable? Farm more scrim data.
VP first-picks Engineer predictably. Picks flow, I snag Telekinesist—strong enough to match her laning.
We get balanced comp; they snowball hard with her support but rot in lategame without early lead.
Scrim starts.
Normally no sweat, but my state? Tense inevitable.
“Just play normal scrim style. Normal. Mid gank?”
“Whoa, first time Yeonwoo hyung ever asks nice.”
Seongchan's icebreaker eased the edge a bit.
Yeah, just normal. Loss? Whatever. One scrim.
I'm Dice, the dice roller.
My die shows 1 now,
but ends on 6, always.
That faith in myself? Religion-level, last fortress.
As long as it holds, I rise again.
Someday.
So I,
rolled today's die.