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This man didn’t just play MvM — he redefined it.
He dropped 500,000+ damage on those robots like it was personal.
The robots cried. I cried. My toaster cried.
He solo carried the mission while blindfolded, upside down, with a frying pan.
At one point, he taunt-killed a tank.
He built a Dispenser out of pure willpower.
He revived my interest in TF2.
He revived my grandma.
He once stopped a wipe by yelling at the robots.
I saw him save a kitten from a burning building mid-wave without missing a single headshot.
This man is so cracked, I swear Merasmus personally asked him to calm down.
Before this match, I was sad and broke. After playing with him, my skin cleared, I got a job, and my ex texted me back.