I'm playing as Tidehunter: a giant fish man. вЂњSKELETON KIIIIING,вЂќ I say, my throat sore with the words. The poison gouging my character's stats is making me slow, falling inexorably into the grasp of the Queen of Pain behind me.

He gallops towards me too, but I can see on the game's mini-map that the enemy team are disappearing one-by-one from their assigned lanes into the fog of war. Hurl all your specials at him until we get there.вЂќДЇrom across the map, Lavos, who is playing shit horseriding beard-wearer Chen, performs a universal heal which gives me back most of my health and tops up the rest of the team. вЂњCome this way, Cara, down the river,вЂќ Airhorse says, with a slight smirk in his voice. Why the hell had I gone to our team's shop? They could not be further away if I'd told them I was carrying a nuke. вЂњI AM SHADOW STRUCK I am SLOWING I AM GOING TO DIE WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?вЂќ I say. I feel repentant but am still panicking and screaming down my mic. In these few seconds of silence I imagine all of them putting their headphones back on, sighing. вЂњJESUS,вЂќ says Cumminz, after a few seconds of echo recovery. The Queen of Pain had found me in DotA's forest item shop. He always played like he was playing for us and not for himself. Yet on the DotA floor he was quick to throw down, quick to escape, and never took a risk he didn't have to.

It was rare that he made a call in DotA that didn't work out, which was unusual: when he played other games, such as clan-level Counter-Strike, his temper could put him on tilt and he'd scream in, guns blazing, and get shot. Pottej was our jack-of-all-trades guy: he was a good leader and could be decisive without being controversial. And you don't want to be near when it does.Д¬ompare this with Pottej. Watching Vexd's trap-laying, mine-spewing gang of gobbos was like leaving your flat and seeing a toddler with a machine gun on a quadbike: you know something bad will happen, you just don't know why or when or how. As an example of this, he always played as Goblin Techies, a set of three tiny green monsters as mad as Vexd's tactics. In DotA, he was hot-blooded, impetuous and slightly demented. We all politely told him to go and fellate himself. Once he told us that Crysis was going to be the best game ever developed. He'd go crazy for gutsy, voluptuous environments. Vexd had a fetish for hopped-up graphics: he riffed on overclocking, he got hot over shiny surfaces, cold over jaggies. An old veteran of Quake tournaments, his trigger finger was well exercised on unassuming Quakenet noobs, crazy-eyed American smack talkers, and squeal-happy losers. And later, when we could afford to leave our rooms, we'd sit in a pub together and laugh endlessly at mishaps and in-jokes and personality quirks, as if our characters were part of ourselves. We talked to each other over the game like it mattered that we heard each other. We got to know each other better by issuing orders or coming to someone's aid. We got to know each other by style of play and syntax of insults. But for me, DotA was a way to connect with my real life friends through an experience that didn't include a darkened room serving overpriced alcohol we couldn't afford. Some people think that gaming is a solitary hobby.

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