Decameron: A Model of Sportsmanship [V/6]
I see now that I have made some mistakes, and I hope you will allow me to make amends.
When I told you to “go die in a well,” it was because I thought we needed more tanks, and you insisted on playing a healer. Clearly, we were able to manage just fine, but at the time, I felt otherwise. I apologize for my short sightedness.
When I yelled that everyone else should “just kill themselves,” I was frustrated that we weren’t staying on the payload and playing as a cohesive group. Again, things appear to have turned out fine. I apologize again.
When I screamed incoherently for 15 seconds straight, I had just been hit by a turret. I apologize.
When I told you to “get good,” it was because I felt you needed to get good. I see now that you were playing at a perfectly fine level for achieving our goals.
When I yelled “HEAL ME ALREADY, JESUS CHRIST,” I did not realize that we were about to win. In my defense, I needed healing. I am sorry nonetheless.
I hope you can accept my sincere apologies for my behavior. I truly regret words that were said in the heat of the moment. Please, find it in yourself to forgive me.
Then also, if it’s not too much trouble, give me an Endorsement so I have a shot at getting the random loot drop. Either Good Teammate or Sportsmanship should be fine. Thanks in advance!
Decameron is a newsletter recounting the 14th Century set of quarantine tales for 2020. Read the original story.
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