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His closed eyes are a mystery—maybe he's just trying to give the rest of us a fighting chance. His mouse? It moves with the grace of a figure skater on a caffeine high, executing headshots like it's choreographed by a gaming ballet director.
When he peeks, time itself takes a time-out. Sunlight even adjusts its angle to get a better view. His trigger finger? It's got the reflexes of a cat on espresso. Enemies enter the digital afterlife before they can even mutter 'I respawned.'
He's not just un-killable; he's the bane of every opponent's existence. He's undefeatable, and calling him a 'man' is like calling a hurricane a 'gentle breeze.' He's the gaming guru we all aspire to be in our wildest dreams. That's 3 Stars (N i g g a) on my mama.