When three guys left it was you who stayed.
No MMR wagered, no MMR gained.
They said it would not count, but yet it did.
You stayed, we fought, and made our bid.
The A-wing your brush, their deaths your colours.
For that game we worked as brothers.
We lost, alas, is all that matters.
To a bunch of tie bomber flying Bastards.
Thank you random wingman...... Thank you.
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