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His dot? For “focus,” but mostly to scare off aunty marriage proposals while he wiped Pred squads with his Ballistic Devotion like it was divine justice. By day, he ran the family’s 7-Eleven like a masala mafia boss, upselling expired samosas and fixing Wi-Fi with psychic instinct. By night, he transformed into a ranked demon—snapping necks, snacking on laddoos, and screaming in Hindi at teammates who couldn’t hold zone. He drove his Mitsubishi ASX like a man possessed, bhangra blasting, turning every right turn into a war crime. Smiley wore fake Adidas like it was designer, ignored six cousin marriage requests daily, and still had time to argue politics with his dad over chai. Engineering degree? Already done. Crypto investments? Of course. KD ratio? 5.6—don’t question it.
Smiley wasn’t just built different. He was built Desi. Try him in game, you’ll be spectating in shame.
Two 4-3 linear demons. One clan tag: BxG. A shared weakness for beams, movement tech, and beautiful men. Somehow, this unholy combo led us to Apex Pred—and honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way.
You're more than just a teammate. You’re the slide-to-my-climb, the “we swing this” to my “we die here,” the one who makes every ranked grind feel like the best kind of chaos. From frying squads to frying our own sanity, you’ve been there through it all.
We didn’t just hit Pred—we queened our way there, with goon energy, aim assist allegations, and a little too much love for the boys.
Here’s to BxG, to beams, and to being absolutely unserious—but still on top.
With love (and bad decision-making),
Your fellow 4-3 rat ❤️