In the intricate ballet of Rocket League, where finesse and tactical acumen are king, your performance is akin to a catastrophic, graceless blunder – a bumbling, clueless spectacle. Your attempts to predict the ball's trajectory are laughably inept, reminiscent of a toddler chasing a balloon in a windstorm. The way you handle your car is less like precise control and more like a hapless, flailing disaster, a cringe-inducing display of ineptitude. And as for teamwork, you're about as useful as a screen door on a submarine, utterly oblivious to the concept of collaboration, turning each match into a tragic comedy of errors. Your presence on the field is not just a mere hindrance; it's a stark embodiment of incompetence in a game that demands at least a modicum of skill and understanding.

GC in his dreams maybe

off yourself.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ moron

then q 1v1 if youre going to be a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ phaggot r3t4rd. God youre ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ garbage. "iTS CAsuAL"

♥♥♥♥ you smurf