The host was a TSol with an Adas. This immediately said to me "tryhard" as I could literally feel the waves of rage shooting past my head as I reegar'd all the things. The proof of the pudding was at the end of a Vancouver escort, his toon said "Need clips!" and the Atlas was down to 3 bars of Armor. The ammo box was 5 feet away, over the short wall, but he instead hit an Ammo Pack and immediate Marksman for the kill.
I joined the match in progress, and at the end, I beat him. By less than 1k points. I knew he had to be pissed! The other two were, I'm guessing, friends of his, in his party chat. Neither of them put out any worthwhile contribution. 90% of the total score was between him and me.
Of course, once back in the lobby, I got an immediate vote kick, presumably from you know who. I laughed it off and put a vote on him. He soon afterwards convinced a 2nd person to vote on me, but it was a long 15 minutes before the 3rd finally caved.





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