This person was probably physically and mentally abused at school as a child hence their abnormal amount of hours put into games on steam, you can tell already by their profile picture that they have very little to no friends in real life, and spends their days forming fake connections with their internet friends who all realize just how much of a beta little B itch they are.
Nevertheless, I pity this person because the path that they are on now is one of extreme isolation and loneliness. I would also not be surprised if they suffer from the "nice person syndrome" that is to say, They are left wondering why no egirl\boy they try to swoon will send them suggestive messages and/or the nudes they so desperately desire. I wish you the best of luck in finding a partner, but also feel sorry for the partner that'll undoubtebly be even more mentally unstable than you to be stupid enough to fall for you. +rep

+rep serenaded me after i beamed him with my bolty multiple times

no ♥♥♥♥, no balls, and probably no butthole since this guy feeds on radiation

+SelfRep

I'm an American and I can confirm that I love bagels. In fact, I live for bagels. I've been collecting bagels for over 35 years. I remember the first time I bit into that crunchy, sweet bagel. Ever since that day, I've been obsessed. My parents thought I was insane, they took me to a therapist. But they just don't understand the special connection I have with bagels. Every bagel I collect has a different size and taste, and I love each and every one of them. They're perfect. My parents sadly still don't understand my love with bagels. They judge me. My dad always complains how I need to get a job and move out, while my mom complains how there's too many cockroaches and rats in the basement, where I live, and keeps telling me to throw the "old" bagels out. But I don't listen to her. I don't listen to either of them. I don't care what they says. My love for bagels will last forever.