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🟦✨ Elite Gaming Legend ✨🟦
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While the rest of us sweated through gens, they camped the edge of the map crouching in a bush, doing absolutely nothing except waiting for someone else to fix their mess. When we did try to help, they body-blocked in doorways, farmed people off hooks straight into the killer’s weapon, and spammed the crouch button like it was going to magically win the game.
And the cherry on top? When they finally died, they had the audacity to trash-talk the team in endgame chat—blaming us for not carrying them to safety. Pure toxicity: zero self-awareness, maximum ego.