+rep ggs

315 hours on amoung us is WILD

Wherever I go, my amazing Immortal Dota rank follows me like a stench. Men, women, children, anyone: if they hear that I have extreme skill and a diverse pool of mains, they only see me as some gamer god.

Sometimes I'll be on my way home, thinking it's past-time to get funny. But then crowds plead me to my computer and beg me on their hands and knees to let them witness "another 5 man cogs." Is that all I am? A set of fingers, a pair of eyeballs, blessed and cursed to be so much better than you at this game?

Pro Dota players of Steam: how do you get along with others when all they can think about is your dextrous fingers and massive map awareness?

i'm in massive trouble i don't give a 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 when my court date is they can come and arrest me there have been lots of strange things happening lately two nights ago my gfs cupboard opened on its own and i was just looking at myself cuz it got a mirror on it lol also last night my gf says that the taps turned on in the bathroom and my fone lit up at the same time there has been a ghost at her house for a longtime its not about me also i think i'm closer to god now more than ever i think i need prison i'm sorry if i ever hurt anybody it was drinking but drink is because of no love if you get me i'm drunk now and alls i care about is myself i'm going prison and wanted you to know there are a few characters i'm angry with sorry i can't help it i started going church because evil thoughts got to my head

ur so bad at valorant

i come home from work yesterday releived myself but battled not wanking for hours and whilst i was battling it like i went abit mad was thinking about ancient monks who would practise going there whole lives without releiving themselves as a test of devotion to god was thinkiing about why my life went the way it did why iv always struggled with premature ejaculation and also what the devil did that ♥♥♥ everything up and my mind spirals on millions of other things too use your imagination but when i gave in and relieved myself the second i was relieved this shard of light came across my ceiling from a cars headlights driving up the street which happens all ths time it was god calling me a wanker