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To this man, there exists no such line. Once a humble and pure journeyman - a sparkle of hope dwindling yet in the eye - the perilous adventures of matchmaking had scarred him, his heart hardened by the numerous tumultuous encounters of the endless spiral of the cheaters’ abyss; that which is cs.
Eventually, our fabled hero could not withstand the might of the cheating hordes – ALAS – he succumbed to the pressure. He was corrupted, befouled, and turned into that which he loathed most. So much destiny, thrown to the wind with so little care.
Basically, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em – filthy hacker.