Hi, I’m the reason tutorials exist.
I press every wrong button with confidence.
I speedrun bad decisions and I have a PhD in “I swear that wasn’t supposed to explode.”
My aim? Terrible.
My luck? Non-existent.
My commitment to re-queuing after losing 17 times? Unshakeable.

I’m fueled by caffeine, spite, and the belief that maybe this time the enemy team will go easy on me (they won’t).

If I’m standing still, my cats are typing for me.
If I’m running in circles, I’m panicking.
If I’m cracked, it was an accident.

Welcome to my profile.
I don’t improve. I adapt. Badly.