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Hear our plea from this broken lobby.
Meow, the chrome-plated, aim-assist freak,
The walking neural link of perfect flicks,
The pre-fire samurai with ice-cold reflexes
Glitch his optics. Corrupt his implants.
Feed his neural HUD false pings and ghost footsteps.
May his cyberdeck lag in the clutch,
May his Kiroshi eyes track the wrong target.
Let his netcode desync in critical moments,
Let his smart-link bullets curve away from heads.
Scramble his brainware mid-spray,
Force him into shameful eco rounds with nothing but a rusty Tech-9.
May the black ICE of matchmaking trap him
With bottom-fragging edgerunners and bot-tier chooms.
Leave him stuck in slow-mo, whiffing every duel.
Let his AWP shots brick like cheap implants,
Let his timing desync like a faulty cyberheart.
May he drown in the neon-lit despair of defeat,
Until even DΞMUX offers him coaching.
Glory to the netrunners who frag him.
Power to the punks who teabag him.
Amen.
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