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There wanders Soynar, far too weak, his skills a meager call.
Yet in his mind, a tale is spun, of grandeur and of might,
He calls himself Chadnar, though his plays are far from right.
His delusions paint a picture bold, of prowess in the fray,
Yet every match he’s lost and slow, his hopes are led astray.
While allies fight and strategy flows, he drifts in idle dreams,
His “chad” facade, a mask of pride, but reality redeems.
In every clash and battle’s roar, he fumbles and he falls,
His grandiose delusions clash with Dota’s ruthless calls.
For Chadnar’s name, it rings so grand, a legend in his mind,
Yet in the game, his skills reveal a player far behind.
He dreams of glory, fame, and cheers, a warrior of renown,
But every game he proves instead, he’s wearing weakness’ crown.
So here’s to Soynar, Chadnar too, with visions far from true,
A hero of his own design, in matches all askew.