In every competitive game you have ever played, there is atleast 5 different classes that people can play according to their play styles.
Although there can be way more depending on the type of game or none at all, we are all familiar with the basics of the basics. Assuming you had no life like I do and played games as a way to esscape reality
The first class of character that'll most likely pop into your head is-
[The Warrior: Their job is to hit the frontlines and engage in direct combat with the enemy, relatively stronger especially in 1v1 situations if they player has a high Mechanical Skill. These types of characters mostly have simple but effective abilities, both active and passive. ]
This is the class most people want to be good at and play the most regardless of the genre of games. The thrill of battling a foe and emerging victorious because of your skill is enticing to normal folk. Or noobs.
People flock to these characters and Auto-Lock them thinking that their the honored one only to get diffed 1-10-2 in their KDA counter, all because they saw one clip of said character popping off and massacring the enemy lineup.
"Stereotypes exist for a reason, and you can probably guess where I'm going here. I can go on and on about the other 4 types of classes, but since you asked this question..." Aidan squinted at the user of the one who donated actual money for me to ask such a simple question.
"NoobCill3r6+9, As to why I torture myself by playing support roles?" The Switch Streamer repeated the question with a raised eyebrow. His VirT-Avatar mirroring his exact expression in smooth animation.
"Because I Want to be the reason my team Survived"
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8 YEAR's AGO
*BeeBeeBeeBEEP X3*
"AIDAN, GET YO ASS UP OR YOU'LL BE WALKIN' TO SCHOOL TODAY"
A loud voice of the feminine quality rang through his thin wall and into his thick skull, accompanied with the sound of 3 loud knocks that slightly shook his door. The 16 year old boy groaned as a stray thought made it out of his mouth.
"Ugh... Women" He grumbled before taking in a breath of air. Before he yelled back "I'M AWAKE MAMA! I'LL BE DOWN IN A SEC'". He knew if he didn't respond then his poor door would not survive getting kicked down by a 4'10 Asian woman...
With a regret,He slowly got up from his bed as he rubbed the crust that built up on the creases of his eye. He hated mornings yet his body clock already had a set timer to wake up exactly 1 and a half hour before he had to go sto school.
His mother just always made a fuss in arriving early to any appointment/occasion... Except for the time she was being a hypocrite and took 3 hours dressing up, all for them to go to get groceries from a store 20 minutes away.
With a towel over his shoulder, and his thick lensed glasses on his nose. He got out of his room and made a beeline to go and take a much needed cold shower.
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It took about 10 minutes and the time was now 6:15 in the morning, and yet his mom was still dissatisfied. Giving him a look at the way he was dressed, which was a simple black baggy pants and a bright yellow jacket.
He was about to take a bite from the breakfast his mother oh so lovingly prepared for the growing boy before his mom not so lovingly clicked her tounge. "Tsk, No no no- you are not going to school in that."
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, as he plopped the syrup soaked pancake into his mouth "In wut mwum?" He spoke with his mouthfull. Earning him a bothered look from his parental figure,"Dont talk with your mouthful Aidan. And just because your school let's you wear streetclothes- doesn't mean you can wear them everyday"
She jerked her thumb towards a perfect set of ironed clothes that was hanging on the fridge handle, his school uniform "I already smoothed out your uniform for you, so you didn't have to!" She said, now with a soft tone.
He sighed, he couldn't really stay mad at his mama... He figured he should atleast humour her for today. With a small nod as he swallowed his food. He gave a small sigh of reluctance.
" Okay... I guess I can wear it today, can I atleast still wear my hoodie?". In response, his mother just smiled warmly, smile lines appearing on her usually young looking face. With a pat on his head she said. "Hey... Compromises~"
He actually rolled his eyes at that one and lightly slapped her hand away from his hair "Oh c'mon ma- I just styled my hair" and she laughed straight at his face. The nerve!
"Oh Alright~ I'll go get the motor warmed up. Put your uniform on quickly and let's make haste on our noble steed!" She said in a faux noble accent, shaking her head from her own dramatics as she walked out the kitchen/dining room.
"Hmph, guess I know where I got my humor from... How ironic".
He said outloud as he looked at his school uniform, he was going to look like even more of a nerd the he usually does with that on... Well, if its to make his mother happy then.
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His mother beamed a wide grin at him as he walked out of the house, locking it in the process. She took a long look at her now taller son. A nostalgic smile graced her face as he walked up to her.
Seeing her gaze at him he tilted his head and asked "What? Is there syrup on my face-" His hand already wiping on the corners of his mouth to see if there was.
"No~ son, you just... Remind me so much of your father"
Her son, just standing half a foot taller then her. Still had some baby fat on his face. But she could she his father's chin and high cheekbones. She felt proud of herself for encouraging him to take care of his skin since there wasn't any signs of acne at all!
He looked overall handsome (in her eyes atleast-) His round, almost oval face. With a cute little button nose that came from her she could confidently say.
Her son rolled his eyes again (they grow up so fast!) "You say as if he's dead, I'm not fatherless women! He's just working in extra hours this month Mama-"
She shoved his helmet into his arms and swooned, being as dramatic as always- "I just miss your father, soooo so much~ I miss his voice! I miss his face! And I also miss the way he-"
"AYE AYE AYO SHUT UP MA! Yeesh- I don't want to hear any of the Rated 18 shi- stuff, yall do in the room in which I was made-" He groaned as he covered his innocent ears.
His mom cackled like a witch (don't tell her I compared her to somthing that melts when in contact with water)" Alright alright, I'll let you drive the motorcycle then. Beats having your little mama driving you to school with you on the back. It wouldn't have as much rizz no?"
The grin on her face was one of satisfaction at her offsprings internal suffering "UGH- mom! We don't say those anymore--that was like, back in your times!" "Oh I definitely still know how to speak Alpha~ Skibidi fanum-"
He took his mom's own helmet and plopped it down unto her head before taking a seat on their motor revving it loudly so he couldn't hear her cringespeak "Just get on already!"
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