I've never been much of a drinker, but after playing on this Shifty Station I get the impression that I know what being completely wasted is like. Everything's spinning and I have no clue what the **** is going on.
I just hit King in the Splatfest. For the most part I get the impression I had a pretty good run; I only had to deal with Shifty Station 7 times in the 37 matches I played. I had to deal with quite a few mid-match disconnects, which was annoying. But they were the first I've had to deal with in my entire time with the game, so again, I'm probably coming out ahead as far as luck is concerned. Hilariously enough, most of my disconnects happened on Shifty Station. It's like not even the game itself wants to deal with that stage and its bull****.
That said, the ending. Jesus. ****ing. Christ. THE ENDING. I'd already been struggling with this Splatfest; I've been feeling pretty demotivated in general lately and I hadn't played the game in a couple of weeks, so I wasn't exactly at my best. I did pretty well for the most part, but as soon as I got within 16 points of maxing out my rank I hit a huge losing streak. Even though a couple more wins would have finished off the Splatfest, it took me six matches to get one. I had to sit there and watch my progress bar crawl up the last tiny sliver like a ****ing snail, two points at a time, until I finally got into a match I managed to win. Thankfully most of those losses were mirror matches, so they won't have impacted my Splatfest team too badly, but it still put a rage-inducing end on what was (for me at least) an otherwise okay Splatfest.