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Malta
“WHY IS MY GUN DOIN’ ZERO DAMAGE?”(indian accent) he yells, first five seconds in.
I’m like, “Bro, breathe. You shot a wall.”
He’s nonstop—complainin’ about lag, hit reg, his chair, the lighting in his room. Every match a full TED Talk on why he’s losin’.
I go, “Ganjahman, you spend more time whining than playing.”
He snaps back, “Y’all don’t got comms!”(indian accent)
“Cause we’re tryin’ to hear, not get our ears fried,” I say.