SliN. A name that strikes fear into the hearts of logical thinkers everywhere. A master of gaslighting so advanced, he could convince a drowning man that water is a social construct. You could agree with him 100%, and he'd still debate you—just for fun. By the end, you'll find yourself apologizing for something you didn’t even say.

He rage-baits his own teammates during a victory just to feel something. Playing with him isn’t just gaming, it’s a psychological endurance test. You start the game as friends, and by the end, you’re a broken soul, paying child support and drowning in debt.

And don’t even get me started on Religion. This man somehow managed to convince himself that he’s a linguistics expert and still insists it’s pronounced “Ree-lih-jun.” We’ve tried to correct him a million times, showing him the actual pronunciation, but he’s so stubborn that he’d argue with a dictionary if it disagreed with him. He’s the kind of guy who’ll tell you “facts” that are so far from reality, you start questioning your own grasp on the world. Slin will die on the hill of Ree-lih-jun, as if he discovered the “correct” way to say it, despite all evidence to the contrary.

His little thing? Well, it looks exactly like Kezu from Monster Hunter Rise—pale, veiny, and horrifying, with the kind of grotesque shape that would make even the most hardcore hunters reconsider their life choices. It's honestly a sight to behold, but not one you ever want to witness twice.

And the music thing? Let me tell you. Slin fancies himself a musical genius, but when he plays, it sounds like a combination of a dying cat being forced to play the violin and a broken washing machine on spin cycle. He insists he’s a “real artist,” but his talent could only be compared to a computer trying to perform Mozart after a system crash. It’s a crime against both music and humanity, yet somehow, he still believes he’s the next Mozart.

-rep, but I have to respect his unshakeable faith in being completely wrong about everything.