Something Felt Off from the First CS Misses

I first sensed something was wrong when I started missing CS, the last hits on minions. I was whiffing more than usual, and my focus felt shot.

I was behind the enemy Ninja in CS, my positioning felt awkward. Even harassing the cocky Ninja greedily farming under my tower mostly missed the mark.

Was it a condition issue? No... my condition was fine. Mentally, nothing was wrong either.

But... why?

The Astrologer's biggest strength is sustain. With infinite health and mana regen as long as time allows, and her support sub-position emphasizing recovery, trading damage with her wasn't a smart play. Give her a moment, and she'd bounce back like Jesus.

So even though I accidentally gave the enemy Master tier Ninja a bad angle—something I never intended—he didn't dive in.

This was because he knew who I was. The great Dice wouldn't hand out free angles like that. Surely the enemy jungler or support was reverse-ganking.

But that luck only lasts once, obviously. On my second movement mistake, the Ninja charged without mercy. Our jungler was prepping a dive top, and support was still on lane.

I didn't just sit there. I immediately arranged the stars for a CC zone under my feet and popped Star Fetch for a heal, maximizing my defense.

Since my prior pokes had all whiffed, turning it around was impossible. Surviving was the best I could hope for. But the Ninja sidestepped my stun zone, forcing me to Flash—my only escape— to get out.

Luckily, my read was spot-on, and I barely escaped with sliver health. But scraping by like this wasn't living.

The Astrologer has great sustain but a squishy body, and now I was out of Flash to create distance. CS behind, forced home early— the Ninja got massive lane priority too.

This flipped the matchup completely. Any poke from me, and he'd punish instantly. No counterplay unless jungler or support bailed me out. Self-recovery? Impossible.

But jungler had no mid plans, and hoping bot support rotated up when they were losing? Wishful thinking.

From now on, farm under tower safely. Wait out laning phase. Astrologer could at least eat minions without issue.

Less than 30 seconds after resolving to play safe, I fed the enemy Ninja solo kill.

I hadn't left tower. Just whiffed a casual shuriken from him, handing him the dive angle. He ate tower shots too, but unlike me, he still had Flash.

...And the rest doesn't need detailing. I turned into a walking minion piñata, feeding two more solo kills in a row.

How long since I trolled this hard? Not intentional, but troll-level play? Undeniable.

Teammates weren't silent, naturally.

Even I knew it was my fault, but seeing the chat soured my mood. The Chinese pro's auto-translated concern was tame enough.

The issue? The "Chinese" jungler was Korean, dropping intentional broken translation pad-lip.

And support chimed in. Not egregious, but it grated anyway.

The overfarmed Ninja roamed constantly, racking kills in skirmishes. A won game turned even, no—losing, all because of mid.

Astrologer scales high, but needs growth. Without it, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠just a CC/heal support with meh value. Why she's not ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠main support.

Top/jungle growth stalled, bot collapsed. All snowball from my solo deaths.

No countering a Master Ninja that fed. 30 minutes in, teamfight wipe, surrender vote.

Bitter, confused, anxious, I hit accept.

Reported the pad-lipping jungler, queued practice mode.

Playing, that hospital signing unease returned. Controls felt normal, though. Reaction test dipped slightly from before, but still 150s—margin of error.

Yeah, just rusty. Even I have off games. Nothing more.

Maybe poor condition. Felt fine, but discharged 3 hours ago. Rare disease—who knows hidden issues.

...Wait, that'd be worse.

A little scared.

To shake it, solo queue again.

Matched fast this time.

Scanning teammates, familiar name: WoongnyaWoongnya.

Last game's support. Mild annoyance, but whatever. Jungler pad-lipper worse.

Bad condition? Shelve high-skill Astrologer. No survival kit on mages maybe issue. Picked Telekinesis.

Easy skill floor, poke main, team-friendly. Best survival in LoE too.

Not my fave, but necessary now.

20 minutes later,

Surrender vote.

Enemy mid: Bayonet Swordsman. Melee-ranged swapper like Ninja, but starts melee, stacks non-target skills to transform ranged.

Unlike Ninja's instant ult swap, needs stacks—not top tier always. But full transform? Monster damage. Artisans flock to it.

I ate every non-target, 0/4/0 by 15. Other lanes rough, enemy mid snowballed beast. Teammates surrendored instantly; I hesitated, then did.

...This ain't right.

Condition clearly off. Body fine, but performance trash. Something wrong.

One more game. If same, back to hospital.

Queued, 5 mins, matched. Teammate names—face scrunched.

Last two games' support.

Chat soured mood further—but already rock bottom.

Two mage games. Maybe mages issue. Picked fighter: Revolutionary.

Tanky, survives beats, scales persistent. Ult equalizes enemy/your stats—fair fight vs anyone. (Usually eat ult, clean others.)

Uncle design unlike pretty Astrologer/Telekinesis, but strong, cool lore—high pick/ban.

And my signature pick as Dice.

So this time... fine, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠right?

Shoved anxiety, waited game start.

Game started.

~

35 minutes in.

Watching our Nexus shatter.

Laning? Ate more hits than usual. But survived, no solo feeds. Teamfight phase? Useless.

No zombie Revolutionary lifesteal—just sandbag. Fighter better than uns scaled mage, but limits exist.

3 Ls in a row.

3 losses. Not rare, but today's crushed me.

What... the fuck why?

Soul half-gone, hands off keys, stared at Defeat.

Lobby: Support WoongnyaWoongnya chat spam.

No reply. 3 games, all with this support. I hard-inted so bad, no defense. Their pad-lip tame by comparison... cute even.

...What the fuck is this bitch saying.

This fucking asshole—what? Intentional troll? Me?

Their prior chats tame. That fake-Chinese jungler or others worse. But this straw broke it.

The finisher. Support stole execute.

Lost reason, typed fury.

Ignored rest, left lobby.

Going insane. Gripped pounding head, flopped on bed. Face-down, chest uncomfortable—rolled over, stared ceiling.

Fatigue? Sleep hit fast, out cold.

Woke up later,

I learned the support WoongnyaWoongnya was Crisu, a high school girl streamer with 40k subs.

Life, fuck.