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that’s cute, really, coming from someone who plays like their controller is powered by hopes and prayers, you talk a lot for someone whose highlight reel is just back-to-back respawns and missed inputs, your confidence is wild considering the only thing you carry is the weight of everyone’s disappointment, you throw shade like you don’t have a permanent reservation in the bottom left of the scoreboard, you call me trash while your gameplay looks like a live demo of what not to do, if there was a tutorial on failure, you'd be the final boss, but let’s be honest, you wouldn’t make it past the loading screen without tripping over your own ego, you peak in warm-ups and vanish the second things get real, calling me bad when your aim looks like it’s allergic to enemies is hilarious, you shoot like you’re legally blind and emotionally unstable, you get outplayed by ai coded to walk in circles, i’ve seen empty lobbies with more presence than you

extravical made me gay because hes gay apparently and his schlong is so big, i mean massive, like that one meme, and it kinda made my anus hurt but we got raising canes after and he also carries every team he plays on in Marvel Rivals

best player around uwu uwu uwu >.<

i have to say, watching you play has been nothing short of an absolute privilege. you’re not just a teammate; you’re a phenomenon, a masterclass in precision, and the epitome of what it means to bring skill and technique to the game. every movement you make, every decision on the field, feels so calculated, so intentional, and yet so effortless that it borders on artistry. your ability to read the game, to execute with flawless timing, and to adapt to every situation is something that not only inspires admiration but leaves me in complete awe. it’s as though you’re painting a masterpiece with every play you make, each moment deliberate, purposeful, and profoundly impactful