In the intricate dance of Rocket League, where the fusion of vehicular dexterity and soccer strategy is paramount, your performance, sadly, mirrors that of a bewildered toddler commandeering a toy car. It's not just a lack of skill, but an astonishing failure to grasp the game's basics – like predicting the ball's path, something even a lethargic sloth could manage better. Your car control is as graceful as an elephant on ice skates, a spectacle both painful and laughable. Let's not forget the teamwork – or rather, your glaring ignorance of it, resembling a lone wolf lost in a fantasy of competence. This cocktail of ineptitude makes your gameplay not just mediocre, but a bewildering display of cluelessness in an arena where even minimal competency should be a given.

you left in a hurry. gg dude, maybe try another video game where you aren't trash

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