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.

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Singed By Alenkorl

+rep great trader and super nice guy <3

+rep nice and fast trader

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