You loaded in for a match. I loaded in as a consequence. You step into the fog stacked with perks, items, add-ons. Training wheels for people who swear they’re riding. Take the crutches away and suddenly you remember you were never standing on your own. I show up with nothing but intent, not even an add-on. I ring the bell and the trial stops being a “match” and becomes a lesson. You didn't lose because I got lucky.. you lost because the outcome was decided the moment you assumed I needed help to be lethal. You brought tools. I brought the outcome.

♥♥♥♥ you

Why play nightreign?

Risky rain

This individual killed my grandpa