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To: kuruta
You point, you click
But it's not your skill that lands the shot.
Your hands stay still,
Yet the crosshair dances like a puppet on strings.
You've forsaken the thrill of the hunt for the emptiness of artificial aim.
We are the Phantom Thieves.
And we’ve seen through your facade of precision and "perfect" plays.
Auto aim is your crutch,
But your heart is what’s truly off-target.
By choosing shortcuts, you have robbed others of fair competition
And betrayed the spirit of the game.
We will enter your Palace, steal the lies you’ve built around your fake skill,
And bring the truth to light.
Prepare yourself because true aim comes from the heart, not a script.
— The Phantom Thieves — :Mask3: