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"Magnus plays shooters like he's being paid to create abstract art with bullet tracers—none of them ever land where they should, but hey, it's 'creative.' Watching him try to aim is like watching a cat chase a laser pointer: frantic, hopeless, and oddly entertaining.
His game sense? Imagine trying to read a map upside down in the dark while on a rollercoaster—that's Magnus making tactical decisions. And as for teamwork, he’s about as dependable as a weather forecast from 1982.
10/10 for unintentional comedy. Wouldn’t recommend if you care about winning, staying sane, or keeping your controller intact."