Classmancers - A MOBA Esport Story - Part 3

Vol.16 Ch.13: The Meme Is All We Have

Why now? Luke shuddered. Why with this club? I swear this is such a hilarious story.

After Luke left the tryhard soccer club behind him and decided to become a "casual" player, he ironically found himself closer to the pinnacle of the competitive scene than ever before. The moment he stopped caring about training hard and getting into the first-string, he somehow got promoted into being a key player on a team that had a real shot against the regional champions. It was a pepega story through and through.

So, WTF am I supposed to do now? Luke clenched his fists. I'm already dedicated to being a top-tier memer. That's the only area in which I've been training all this time. Even if you ask me now, I can't revert back to being a tryhard. I don't have it in me.

Even if he were to start tryharding now, it'd take him ages to catch up to the others with meta classes. Not to mention, his heart will never be 100% into it, which will surely hamper his growth and performance.

So, it was simply impossible for him to go meta at this point. He has come too far to turn back. All the blood, sweat, and tears he went through in order to perfect his memes was not something he could ever discard.

Even if you give me Shadow Walker or any other "broken" class - I wouldn't know what to do with it. I'm sure I'll perform worse with Shadow Jungler than with any of my memes. Yes, even worse than my spicy Cleric Jungler, heh.

In the 2+ years Luke has been playing Classmancers, he never bothered to study the top-tier classes that everybody raved about. For him, the only reason to look up tier lists was to learn which classes were reserved for meta slaves and should be avoided by the cool kids. This was probably the opposite of what 99.9% of the player base used tier lists for.

I just didn't want to feel like I'm tryharding again. Luke thought. The whole point of video games is to have fun, not to train to become some sweaty eatsports player. Yet, here I am, playing on the competitive stage in ProCenter and beating up the regional champions...

This was a joke, a legit one. It was harder to come up with a dumber comedy story than this.

Seriously, how the heck did a memer like Luke end up on a stage like this? It was comedy gold.

Nevertheless, Luke was here at this very moment, so he had to deal with this crap. It was a pain in the ass, but it also felt weirdly good at the same time. The duality of man.

I don't wanna be a tryhard, but it feels good when I have an important role on the team and get to trash the biggest meta slaves of the region. This is so stupid, haha...

After coming this far, a part of him wanted to take things more seriously and legit help this team win the whole thing. Like, he wasn't anybody's best friend here or anything, but nonetheless, all these bruhs became an important part of Luke's daily life.

Even though he was just a memer, he developed a sense of comradery with everybody after playing with them on a daily basis. During a match, Luke knew he could entrust his back to his bros. And, the same way he felt comfortable relying on them, he also wanted them to rely on him.

But, there's nothing more I can do. Luke smiled wryly. Sure, I wasn't born a memer, but was molded into one a long time ago, so I'm far too gone. I can no longer return back to playing "normally". It'll take me years to relearn everything about these so-called "meta classes". Bleh. The term alone makes me want to puke.

He was a memer with tryhard tendencies, but also a tryhard with memeing preferences. And unfortunately, he couldn't do anything to change that.

"I'm sorry to disappoint ya all," Luke finally spoke up. "But, I can't turn into a tryhard all of a sudden. That's just ain't me, ya know? I mean, this team turned out to be surprisingly awesome and I'd really like us to win, but I can't just go meta all of a sudden. Some things are just impossible like that."