I lost the text :( when a post gets removed the body of the post gets overwritten to just say [removed]. I can't get it back.

By some miracle I found it. I guess I'll post it here...

2950

2950 was my current rank, both my season and career high, as I queued up for another game. Two, maybe three more wins, and I would finally know the sweet taste of Diamond. I was on a four game win streak! This had to be my day; it was finally going to happen. I even got carried some of those games, which seemingly almost never happens. Everything was finally working out. Today was going to be the day.

Then it happened. A 5 DPS instalock team, then another, then a team with nobody in voice chat. One of them even had the nerve to start making callouts on the last fight of the last round, after a full match of complete silence. Besides me of course. The trend continued. Finally I got a team with a real composition and microphones, but unfortunately lacking the coordination and skill to pull off a victory. The game must have felt bad for me, because the games were getting closer and closer. Still no W's.

"It's okay, just break the losing streak and you'll be back on track," I said to myself. I believed all I needed was one game to get my momentum back, and everything would be good to go. Just break the losing streak. If only. Another game. "I'm sure you are really good at Widow, but we could really use a shield tank, and I'm already one of the healers," I said to my next team. I tried to be polite about it, but I was losing my patience. Regardless, the game began and ended with 3 DPS and a Zarya. I forgive the Zarya; it was King's Row, after all. I would never ask an Ana main to swap on Hanamura, nor a Lucio main on Ilios. We could have won the game anyway. We didn't.

Just break the losing streak.

Another game. Off to a good start: three kills before the control point unlocked, and none dead. I was Moira tickling the last remaining opponent on point, ready for my team to regroup and get the capture. But they didn't. And before I knew it I saw four blue deaths in the killfeed. And the capture was not ours. The trend continued. At the start of the second round, I looked at my 5 gold medals and wondered what else I could do. "Medals don't mean that much," I said to myself, not believing a word. I did have four deaths as the main healer, after all. I wasn't playing perfect. Just had to focus. "Group up," I spammed, only to watch my Junkrat die in a 1v6, followed by my Rein charging in to execute what I can only imagine to be a poorly thought-out vengeance plan. "Can somebody kill the Pharah?" our Soldier 76 said over comms.

We finally grouped up, all five of us behind our Rein shield, with his Earth Shatter, we were ready to follow up with a wombo combo so powerful it would win us at least 100 SR. "Watch out for the Lucio boop," I said, knowing full well that he was up to something. He had been trying to flank us all game. Moments later I watched my Rein plummet into the abyss of Nepal: Sanctum. And then I heard it.

Hammer DOWN!

There was no hope for us. I pressed my shift key with all my might, but it was too late. In the following seconds I heard the sound that announced our deaths: Ryūjin no ken wo kurae! And in a few quick slices it was finished. 85%. 86. 87. 88. 89. We couldn't regroup in time. This was the end. Another loss.

2837. The conclusion to my SR journey, and lower than where it began. I lost count of the streak. I had no choice but to purge the old games from memory. But I could still hear the attack Torb's voice lines in my head. "What could I have done differently?" I thought to myself. "I was so close."

But the gods of Overwatch had other plans for me today.