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-rep 0 trooper kills

hey dude I'm still waiting on that tomato.. I need to make some spaghetti

When I first met this magnificent creature online, they invited me into a game lobby, whispered gently into my ears, "Prepare yourself," and proceeded to absolutely violate my self-esteem harder than an overpriced Steam sale violates my wallet. They skillfully spanked my stats until I couldn’t even find the respawn button. Ever since, I've been haunted by visions of their dominance, waking up in cold sweats, murmuring their username softly, while secretly hoping they'll destroy me once more. My therapist says it's unhealthy, but honestly, getting emotionally obliterated by them feels better than getting disconnected mid-game. 11/10—would eagerly let them disrespect my ping and dignity again.

sure dude

hey man can I get a tomato I'm making spaghetti