I'm not a player. I'm a program glitching reality.
I didn’t choose the gamer life—
The GPU whispered to me in a dream and I ascended.
You got beef, pixel cowboy? You wanna tap-dance on the edge of sanity with a certified chaos-clicker?
I eat lag for breakfast and scream into the void for dessert.
You think you’re built different?
I once 1v1’d a toaster in CS:GO and lost—
on purpose.
Why?
For the lore.
I'm fueled by Monster, spite, and a 2013 keyboard that screams when I press ‘W’.
My KD ratio is classified. My Steam hours are legally considered a war crime.
My aim?
Unholy.
My vibes?
Illegally unstable.
Trained by ancient memes and raised in the shadow of busted headsets, I strike only when the cringe moon is full.
Approach with caution.
We Out Here Transcending Frame Rates.