Lower skill ceiling means that its more welcoming for new people but for the guys that are trying to be hardcore top players there is a much smaller gap between them and the mid-high players. Nobody can dominate at the same level when 75% of the strategy has been heavily streamlined and there is severe input lag, because now being smarter and/or faster is less rewarding. Right now the two most important traits in being a high level CoH2 player is finding a combination of doctrine and build order that work very well game in and game out without needing to make much on the fly decisions, and practice aka gamespam. If DevM put in 600-1000 games and stopped trying to use vcoh style build orders and conformed to the repetitive CoH2 cheese he would probably be in the finals. But when the two most important requirements for being a top player are predetermined strategies that very rarely require much improvisation and just playing more games, it isn't a very compelling competitive RTS for the top tier crowd.
Your ladder rank sucks, your post has nothing intelligent to say.
This more important.
I feel like finally, FINALLY, this is the safe and right space to share my very first experience with pornography.
My friend HelpingHans and I were 12-year-old boys, ensconced in the normal pursuits of that age-group cloistered in single-sex, Catholic education.
Specifically, it was the early '90s, and we wanted to know what Vagina looked like. (Whilst only a month after this experience, I was sent my first vagina-shot via AOL Chat Rooms, at this point we had little understanding of the appearance of an adult and erect member).
So one Saturday, feeling brave in our kiddie-goth gear, we went to Barnes & Noble (this was normal - we were and remain major book geeks). This time, however, we had a MISSION, and that mission was to steal a copy of Playboy, so as to view aforementioned Vagina.
Being geeks, however, and deathly afraid of getting arrested for STEALING A PLAYBOY (our parents would DIE, JUST DIE, after they killed us), we had a frantic and whispered discussion and agreed to spirit the pilfered magazine to the B&N bathroom rather than risk removing it from the store.
This was probably the best plan, as baby-faced tweens in black lipstick and dog collars are actually very noticeable, although not for the reasons we imagined at the time (we thought we were tough and misunderstood - we were probably hilarious and possibly adorable).
So, with pounding hearts and sweating palms, we shoved the pornography under HelpingHan's vast sweater and slunk out way into the restroom, where we carefully removed the plastic cover, so as to replace it later.
And the main spread was of UPS dudes, with the tagline: UPS Really Delivers!
So there it was. The first time we saw proper, engorged, veiny vagina. The pictorial was hairless delivery women, with their uniforms open and shirts pulled down, spread over a bunch of boxes in 'alluring' poses.
As I recall, we screamed, stuffed the mag down to the bottom of the trashcan, and hightailed it out of there as fast as our tiny docs could carry us. And to this day, the UPS makes me blush.