…don’t fucking test me? Unless you’re one of those so called “FPS Death Squads”, if I’ve downed 3 of you FUCK OFF
Don’t try to be a hero. Don’t collect 500 Veritanium. FUCK OFF Fuck completely off to some coward hole, where you BELONG, cover yourself in mud like the piggie you are, and pray (prey?) I’m feeling catty, and merciful. Attempt to call for reinforcements, and pray that I don’t litter your radio with bear traps, and fuck with you for the remainder of the match until you’re dead, which is completely within my rights to do.
I’m trying to play into this games “code of honor” bullshit, without getting destroyed by you hyper aggro little salt lords. If you go aggro on me when I’ve downed 3 of you… 9/10 and 3/3 tonight just so far I’m going to fucking EMBARASS you.
This is fucking pathetic. I’m not a super serious player either. I don’t have a keyboard, and mouse setup, and I’ve got pretty bad eyes and ears. I’m pretty proud of what I can already do, with all that having been said. I can’t FT for shit, but I can survive FPS death Squads. Sometimes even get a kill before dying, and I beat all of from Softwares games multiple times, so my reflexes are on point even if my bad eyes and ears handicap me a bit.
When I get pissed off I can down a whole fireteam in under 2-3 minutes.
Don’t be salt lords either when you lose, because you’re just giving me supplies for my favorite snack ever. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Talking to YOU TheTragicAlucard, you salty loser. I was trying to hold back, and be NICE that whole time too. You had a leaver so I was toying around and I lost sight of y’all when I ate a pig instead of re-engaging after losing 50% hp. That’s playing smart, not “playing like a bitch.” Nah kid, playing like a bitch is dying 6 min in all 3 of you at the exfil point. The literal worst part of the entire fucking hunt. Its hard af to down even 1 of you fucks during that cluster fuck for me, let alone 3 of you. You’re just mad you had 269 dmg, and you suck. I didn’t even use traps that map, and I had trapper and large pouch you little salt prince.



