The God of L4D2. Lucky to breathe the same air with this dude.

I met this guy a few years ago when I first started playing L4D2. He seemed skilled, always quick to kick players who made even the smallest mistakes. At first, I thought it was just part of the game and followed his lead. But soon, it became a habit. We’d kick players for missing a shot, being too slow, or simply not meeting his standards. The rush of power felt good, and we laughed as others pleaded to stay. One night, after another match where it was just us left standing, he suddenly raged at me. “You messed up! You’re the reason we lost!” he typed. I sat there, stunned, watching him blame me for everything that went wrong. It hit me then,he was always quick to point fingers, never owning his own mistakes. The fun had drained out of the game, replaced by a sense of frustration and bitterness. I logged off, feeling regret where excitement used to be. It wasn’t the game anymore, it was just despair, turns out his real obsession was a silly game called minecraft

Oh, here he goes again, the king of excuses,
Blaming the world for his personal abuses.
When things go wrong, he points at the crowd,
As if it's everyone else who's playing too loud.

“Lag!” he cries, “It’s the server, you see!”
While we’re all just wondering, “How can that be?”
Your moves are questionable, your aim’s all a mess,
But no—it’s our fault you're losing, no less.

When things don’t align and you’re stuck in a bind,
It’s never your fault—oh, you're just so blind!
That misclick you made? “It was definitely lag!”
And your dying streak? “Someone pulled a tag!”

You claim that we’re toxic, we’re always in your way,
But look in the mirror—dude, it’s you who’s to blame today.
You rage and you whine, then accuse us all night,
But here’s a thought: maybe you're just not right.

Steve : in 2030 im gonna play well

Steve : kick me pls guys

[5:20 AM]
Steve:
i tired bro
i need to be in shape to continue play so goodd