Okay, let’s talk about what I’ve been calling my “category 5 tft” experience. It’s not an official term or anything, just what it felt like going through this particular grind.
Getting Started Again
So, I’d played Teamfight Tactics off and on before, you know, casually. But a few months back, I decided I wanted to actually get good, or at least, climb higher than I ever had. I fired up the game, ready to dedicate some real time to it. Started off okay, learning the new set, figuring out the strong comps.
The early ranks flew by, felt pretty smooth. I was watching streams, reading guides, trying to absorb everything. You know how it is, you get that initial rush of progress, feels great. Thought I had it all figured out.
Hitting the Wall
Then, bam. Hit a wall. Hard. Somewhere in Platinum, maybe low Diamond? Suddenly, every lobby felt like a sweat-fest. Every mistake got punished instantly. My LP started doing this horrible see-saw thing, up a bit, then down a lot. It was super frustrating.
I tried everything I could think of:
- Forcing the same ‘meta’ comp every game.
- Trying to be super flexible and play whatever the game gave me.
- Spending hours just looking at stats sites.
- Taking breaks, then coming back just as tilted.
Honestly, it felt like banging my head against a brick wall. Some nights I’d end up lower than where I started, feeling like I’d wasted hours just to get annoyed. My game nights started feeling less like fun and more like a chore I was failing at.
The “Category 5” Session
Then came this one particular weekend session. I was determined to push through. Sat down, got my coffee, told myself “today’s the day”. Man, it was intense. Every game felt like life or death for my rank. I was laser-focused, maybe too focused.
There was this one game, I swear, it was pure chaos. Utter madness from start to finish. I high-rolled early, felt like a genius. Then I got slammed mid-game, bled out almost all my health. I was hovering around 10 HP for like, three rounds straight. My heart was pounding. I managed to stabilize, hit a crazy three-star four-cost unit kinda outta nowhere, and just barely scraped into the top four. It felt less like strategy and more like surviving a natural disaster. That’s what I started calling that “category 5 tft” feeling – just pure, unpredictable chaos where you’re just holding on for dear life.
That whole session was like that. Massive highs, crushing lows, lobbies where everyone seemed to hit their perfect comps, others where we were all scrambling. It wasn’t just about winning or losing, it was the sheer intensity of it all. By the end of it, I was mentally drained. Like, completely wiped out.
The Aftermath
Did I break through? Yeah, eventually. Climbed a bit higher after that crazy weekend. But honestly, the main thing I remember is just how draining that intense focus and emotional rollercoaster was. It made me realize I needed to chill out a bit. It’s a game, right? Trying hard is fine, but that “category 5” level of intensity all the time? Not sustainable. At least, not for me.
So now, I still play, still try to climb. But I try to keep perspective. If I have a game that feels like that insane one, I just laugh it off now. It’s just pixels on a screen. Way healthier approach, trust me.
