Gamer explains how to be a wingman

[Blake]

http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/co...e_with/c66dscn

NO! NO NO NO! Do you play video games, flamingboard? Let me explain to you the magical wonderland and teamplay of wingmaning in terms that many can relate to.

So your buddy, the guy you're winging for, is the dps. He's equipped to do his thing, and he wants to do it. But he can't, the other team has too many obstacles in your way, there's no way he'll be able to ace them going solo.

That's where you come in. You're the tank. The initiator. You are what brings the whole team together. You are the power duo. You charge in, you need to, your buddy relies on you. And when you have the other teams focus, keeping the attention on you, you bring your friend in. And he's dishing out the 'damage', he's making progress. BUT WAIT, WHAT'S THAT IN THE DISTANCE. It's the anti-carry friend, she means no harm, but she's going to ruin the budding connection your friend is building piece by piece. She's halfway to your friend. If she makes it, she's going to cockblock him hard, what do?

Then BAM, you cc her, "Hey, lemme buy you a drink, I love your dress, it really matches your eyes, did you hear about that accident on the corner of River and Bot Lane? Tragic." You chat her up, you make small talk, keep her distracted, making play and counter play. And before you know it, your friend and his lovely new acquaintance walk over. He has that game-face on, the kind you see on people who are trying their hardest not to fuck anything up. Your friend and his new companion eventually take off to do what kids do nowadays, and now you have to make a tactical retreat, a soft disengage from the woman you entertained for the night.

A glance at the watch, a deeply concerned look. You have work tomorrow after all, you'd love to stay, but you just couldn't. Oh the harsh realities of adulthood. And then BAM. You're gone. Like a whisper from a parched throat on the howling winds of a desert night.

Victory, FWotD.