False sense of security

Ever have one of those games where right off the bat everything is going great? You're doing exactly what you need to be doing, your teammates (for once) are not completely failing outright and you think to yourself, "My god, these fuckers finally realized that not sucking is a viable way of winning!" I love those sorts of moments. Want to know what else I love? When those moments slowly fade away and your teammates revert back to their 4 year old pile of shit selves and hand the victory over to the opposing team on a PLATINUM, yes PLATINUM not even silver, fucking platter. This brings out the innermost rage. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!? Honestly, could you not tell the difference between playing well and how you're playing now? Because right now you're playing like a bunch of fucking retards. No offense to RETARDS, but you're playing like them. If anything the RETARDS should be pissed off being compared to YOU. Your moron teammates get so damn comfortable and think they're SOOO pro because they did well the first 5 fucking minutes of a match that they relax and stop the pressure. Nice job assholes. Next time I want to lose a game I'll just get up out of my chair, drive to your house while we're playing, PUNCH YOU IN THE FUCKING MOUTH, and leave. I can guarantee we'll probably lose but hell I'll feel a whole fuckton better. Fucking morons.