Dear aim assist abusers,
I hope this message finds you wallowing in the cesspool of your own self-pity, because I'm about to wish you a horrendously awful goodnight, one that befits the wretched creatures you are. As you squirm into your beds tonight, desperately seeking some respite from your empty, aim-assisted lives, may you find that your sheets are tangled into the most excruciatingly painful knots, and your pillows are as lumpy as your overblown sense of gaming prowess.
I hope that when you shut your eyes, the only thoughts consuming your minds are the countless times you've relied on aim assist, a crutch that has become your pathetic, twisted legacy. May your dreams overflow with the most vexing and exasperating situations, where even your precious aim assist can't save you from the relentless onslaught of defeat and humiliation.
Aim assist abusers, may you find yourselves writhing and twisting all night, unable to escape the suffocating heat of your room, only to discover that your AC is as dysfunctional as your ability to play a fair and skillful game. I take immense pleasure in imagining you waking up drenched in your own sweat, feeling more demoralized and defeated than ever before. Your alarm clock will, without a doubt, blare the most abrasive and hellish noise conceivable, guaranteeing that your morning is as vicious and inhospitable as the stain you've left on the gaming community. And as you clumsily stagger out of bed, may your vulnerable feet encounter every power cable and controller ever misplaced, serving as a painful reminder that you'll never quite find stability or respect in the gaming world. I wish you a night so unbearable, it could only be outdone by the torment of being confined in a room with your fellow aim assist abusers, each one more pathetic and spineless than the last. May the enormity of your own incompetence crush you beneath the load of the realization that you, the disgraceful aim assist abusers, will never be more than a persistent irritant in the lives of true gamers, eternally banished to the outskirts of their memories.
In conclusion, aim assist abusers, I hope your goodnight is the complete antithesis of good, leaving you with a repugnant taste in your mouths and an unyielding desire to transform yourselves, lest you be eternally cursed to suffer the same level of misery you so consistently inflict upon others.
Sweet nightmares, you aim assist scum.
im shooting one team and then a 3 man up my ass ticklin my booty hole and pluckin and braiding my ass hairs before i can even hear them. this season is truly top 3 ever done by the devs so good shit on them but the audio shit is so annoying and if i die to a no audio 3 man once more im gonna ***
2nd place ALGS Split 1 London LAN with the new NRG! Most points overall and we played insane. Got no zones!!! Nothing new for us 😎 We played out of our mind and I couldn’t be more excited to continue this journey with these two! Also I had the most kills entire LAN. MNK!!!