I'm going to be honest: the whole thing just fills my veins with salt, that's the end of it. It isn't about the fact that I've been hit by an axe hitbox that totally wasn't supposed to be touching me, or the seemingly random artillery fire on the last stage screwing me out of a victory. It's the fact that you're still forced to sit there and watch a results screen after your Nth loss. It feels like not only did you lose, but you're having your nose rubbed in it while cheerful music batters your brain. It infuriates me to no end. If there wasn't dye as a reward, I would've ignored this whole thing, but the potential for profit and general want for Metallic Brass pushes me to keep doing it well past the point of it even being mildly amusing. Yes, I'm just angry.