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Robert Fortnite Kennedy Jr., a name as long as his list of excuses, joined the Counter-Strike match with a bottle of whiskey in hand. Belligerently drunk, his in-game avatar wobbled as much as his real-world aim. “Y’all are holding me back!” he slurred into the mic, blaming his teammates as his character dropped for the fifth round in a row.

The scoreboard told a brutal tale: 25 ADR, the lowest by a wide margin. Meanwhile, the next worst player held 54 ADR. Yet Robert, with his distorted bravado, insisted, “I’m carrying, bro!” His teammates muted him, carried the game themselves, and vowed never to queue with him again.

Tf you mean bro

solid communication

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