“Let’s do a random battleground!” they said!
“It will be fun!” they said!
So, you do a random battleground…and moments after reaching the flag, in Eye of the Storm, you become aware that you have been grouped against an obvious expert (probably Russian) premade group…and your little cloth adorned backside is blasted into space by some enterprising Shaman who has his knockback perfectly timed…
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