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enzoguyon518
enzoguyon518 :
Je pense aussi que Riot prévoie de te faire jouer des games plus difficiles que d'autres, et plus faciles parfois. Ça permet de mieux évaluer le niveau du joueur et ajuster son mmr
2025-03-10 11:37:41
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alexis_jnt
Jeantax :
j'ai une vrai question pour le coup, étant un joueur R6 je ne joue que a 4 ou 5 je fais que rarement des solo q pourquoi ne pas faire la même sur LOL ? étant donné que c'est un jeu où tu as quand même
2025-03-10 11:45:52
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ladyyx
lady ♡ :
je part jamais sur une défaite il me faut absolument une victoire pour dormir 🗿
2025-03-10 21:40:20
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ouais_johan
Ness 🌘 :
j'ai fait genre une winstreak de 12 j'étais silver 2 j'suis passer platine 4 en une semaine et maintenant j'suis stuck platine 4 depuis deux semaines j'vais crier
2025-03-10 15:20:55
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omar92677
omar92677 :
Comment t’explique que sur d’autres jeu tu peux relancer à l’infini et parfois jamais perdre . C’est le sbmm les gars
2025-03-10 14:21:19
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theoo_mrtn
Theoo_mrtn :
hahaha le syndrome du casino des lp
2025-03-11 01:40:43
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tarek.bdl
TAREK :
Du gold 1 a bronze 4 et la silver 2 mdr en mm pas 1sem
2025-03-10 22:07:55
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kvinwesker
Wesker :
je suis rentré dans ce petit jeu 14 win d'affilée puis la même en défaite , depuis je suis à la retraite après 13ans de lol et c'est pas mal 😂
2025-03-10 11:37:43
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khaleesiwick
Khaleesiwick :
Je vois parfaitement la logique 😭😭La roulette russe, mais on retente, au cas où !
2025-03-10 11:10:30
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sangltl
Sang :
😂😂
2025-03-17 22:33:24
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jubaskillz
Juba :
pour moir riot te maintiens vers les 50% de victoire, alors oui certainement certains auront+ mais jsuis sûr de moi pour le coup
2025-03-10 13:57:14
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rmeiwlw
⭑ :
La fameuse loserq
2025-03-11 03:06:17
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#oshinoko  Deep in the forest, far from any map, there was a carnival that appeared only once every decade. It was known as The Carnival of Lost Wishes, a place where forgotten dreams and abandoned desires came alive. The lights of the carnival shimmered like stars, the music was hauntingly beautiful, and the air was filled with the scent of sweet mystery. People whispered that those who found the carnival could reclaim what they had lost—but every wish came with a price. --- Seventeen-year-old Mira stumbled upon the carnival on a stormy night. She had run away from home, carrying nothing but her diary and a broken heart. Her dream of becoming a dancer had been crushed when an accident left her with a limp. Drawn by the glowing lights, she stepped through the gates. The carnival was alive with strange and wondrous sights: a carousel with horses carved from mist, a Ferris wheel spinning against an impossible sky, and performers whose movements defied gravity. At the center of it all was a grand tent striped in black and gold. A sign above it read: “Step inside to find what you’ve lost.” --- Inside the tent, a man in a shimmering coat and a mask of swirling colors greeted her. His voice was rich and melodic. — Welcome, Mira. I’ve been expecting you. She froze.
#oshinoko Deep in the forest, far from any map, there was a carnival that appeared only once every decade. It was known as The Carnival of Lost Wishes, a place where forgotten dreams and abandoned desires came alive. The lights of the carnival shimmered like stars, the music was hauntingly beautiful, and the air was filled with the scent of sweet mystery. People whispered that those who found the carnival could reclaim what they had lost—but every wish came with a price. --- Seventeen-year-old Mira stumbled upon the carnival on a stormy night. She had run away from home, carrying nothing but her diary and a broken heart. Her dream of becoming a dancer had been crushed when an accident left her with a limp. Drawn by the glowing lights, she stepped through the gates. The carnival was alive with strange and wondrous sights: a carousel with horses carved from mist, a Ferris wheel spinning against an impossible sky, and performers whose movements defied gravity. At the center of it all was a grand tent striped in black and gold. A sign above it read: “Step inside to find what you’ve lost.” --- Inside the tent, a man in a shimmering coat and a mask of swirling colors greeted her. His voice was rich and melodic. — Welcome, Mira. I’ve been expecting you. She froze. "How do you know my name?" — The carnival knows everyone who carries a wish they’ve given up on. Tell me, child, what do you desire most? Mira clutched her diary. "I want to dance again. Like I used to. Like nothing ever happened." The man nodded and extended his hand. In his palm was a small golden ticket. — Your wish can be granted, but you must give the carnival something in return. The greater your desire, the higher the price. Desperate, Mira agreed. She signed the ticket without even asking what the cost would be. --- The man led her to a stage at the center of the carnival. The crowd gathered, their faces obscured by masks of every shape and color. A haunting melody began to play, and Mira felt a surge of energy course through her. Her limp vanished. Her legs moved with a grace she had thought she’d lost forever. She danced like she was weightless, her body becoming one with the music. The crowd erupted in applause, but their cheers felt distant, almost hollow. When the performance ended, the man approached her with a smile. — Your wish is fulfilled. You can dance again, just as you dreamed. But Mira noticed something strange. The faces of the crowd weren’t just masked—they were familiar. Her family, her friends, people she had met throughout her life. She turned to the man, panic rising. "What did you do? What was the price?" He bowed, his mask swirling with new colors. — Your dance will inspire and delight all who see it. But your life no longer belongs to you. You are now part of the carnival, forever bound to its stage. --- Mira tried to run, but the carnival shifted around her, its paths twisting endlessly. She could see her family calling out to her from beyond the gates, but an invisible barrier kept her from reaching them. Every night, she was drawn back to the stage, compelled to perform for crowds that grew more mysterious with each passing year. She danced with unmatched beauty, but inside, she was a prisoner of her own wish. --- The Carnival of Lost Wishes still appears to those who carry the weight of unfulfilled dreams. Some leave with what they desired, but others, like Mira, become part of its endless performance. They say if you watch closely, you might see a dancer with sorrow in her eyes, her movements perfect yet haunted. And if you listen carefully, you’ll hear the whisper of a warning: Be careful what you wish for. The carnival always collects its due.

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