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But fair warning: my gameplay is as unpredictable as my fragrance. I have a talent for sabotaging my own team, charging into battle with reckless abandon. Teammates often find themselves yelling, “What are you doing?!” as I accidentally spray bullets in their direction or throw grenades that only take out my allies.
“Stay away from him!” seasoned players advise newcomers. “He smells like a food stall and throws games!”
Curious souls often team up with me, only to emerge confused and defeated. I’m here to have fun, spread chaos, and share my love for Indian street food! So if you’re ready for an unpredictable match and don’t mind the aroma, feel free to join me—but remember, you’ve been warned!