That moment when enemy pilots get mad, blaming their engineers for their guns always being down because you took a double arts.
That moment when a new pilot tries to save themselves from a popped balloon by using hydro as soon as it is repaired.
That moment when burst rounds on everything.
That moment when you blind fire into a cloud with a merc at where you think a fleeing enemy is and wind up destroying their engines.
That moment when you go to loch mine the enemy, only to have a friendly spire pick the worst possible time to go for a ram kill.
That moment when the enemy team gets carried by a high level stack on one of their ships, only to have their newbie teammates trash talk you to hell and back about how awesome they are.
That moment when an enemy repeatedly charges into a meatgrind, then blames their far-more-competent ally for abandoning them.
That moment when you take galleon, only to have an enemy switch to lumber spire at the last possible moment.
That moment when you take three all-banshee junkers into a 3v3 and 7-0 the enemy team who took legitimate loadouts.
That moment when you read up on game mechanics and strategies a lot and are more knowledgeable than your captain, but they see they are a higher level in one class and instantly dismiss everything you say.
That moment when you are accused of not fixing the hull despite it being on mallet cooldown and the captain busying themselves with destroying their engines via moonshine.
That moment when you fire a mine a little too accurately and see the single white x of disappointment.
