Queue wait time is three universe cycles.
Finally match up with nine other transcendent-tier ranked players.
Our MMR's are so high that they are unable to represented in primitive numerical form.
Load into the pick screen and communally formulate a strategy with my team via telepathy and advanced mind melding.
Game begins. We run the 5 man jungle strat, probably too high level for me to explain.
Our Pit-Lord wastes 2 micro-frames getting to the next neutral camp due to poor pathing.
"gg" called at 0:36, why even bother finishing the game.
Everyone reports the Pit-Lord, banishing his consciousness to the outer-reaches of our existence sphere.
The trench never ends.