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Met her in Party Animals—looked like a fun floppy bean, so I sent a buddy request. We teamed up every night, guarding each other like pro champion duo. True partners in chaos. True friendship.
Then, one match, she body-slammed me off the stage into the abyss, spun around, and text-sprayed “ez clap.” Betrayal has never felt so squishy.
I thought we could patch things up over a real-life LAN party—Party Animals on the big screen, snacks flowing. The moment she showed up, she bear-hugged me into the wall and hissed, “You should’ve tossed me off when you had the chance.”
Then she ragdoll-rolled out of my house through the wall. Don’t let that floppy fiend near your party.
Absolute party game menace. If there’s a way to win by pure chaos, they’ll find it. One second they’re helping you, the next they’ve backstabbed you in the most ridiculous way possible—and you can’t even be mad because it’s hilarious.
Somehow always at the center of the most cursed moments, whether it’s a last-second comeback, an impossible dodge, or just pure dumb luck. If you think you’re winning, you’re not. They’ll find a way to ruin it, and you’ll still laugh about it.
10/10, would lose friendships to them again.