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After years of carrying teams of braindead teammates who thought jungle Bloodseeker was a legitimate strat, he hung up his Perseverance for good. No longer would his nights be filled with the sweet sound of "gg ez" echoing in the all-chat. The final “Good luck, have fun” was typed, and with a heavy heart, he uninstalled Dota 2, leaving behind a legacy that would make even Gaben himself shed a tear.
He once calculated the perfect creep equilibrium in his sleep, but now? Now he's playing games that reward you with flashing neon pop-ups for simply pressing W. He went from ♥♥♥♥♥-level macro-strategies to whatever this is. Skibidi toilet memes flood his screen, each one chiseling away at the last remnants of his sanity, but he's in too deep now. The transformation is almost complete. The Giga Chad of Dota 2 now mingles with Zoomer goblins, and there's no turning back.
But deep down, he knows… there's always a little Invoker left inside him, waiting.