This is the thing that many people forget about Splinterlands, or when we complain about the RNG, or the cards we have, or dont have, or the tournament we won, or didn't win.
That behind the genuine, competitive and intensely devoted usernames and avatars, we are flesh. We are blood. We are human, we are vulnerable and emotional creatures, in spite of our efforts to appear logical and rational in our decision making.
"it takes a village" is a phrase that comes to mind in this moment; and the Splinterlands community is one hell of a village. (Be that a burning hell, or an endearing hell) - I think it is capable of being both.