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Every time you enter a match, it's like a comedy unfolding. I can't decide if you're trolling or if this is your genuine attempt at playing. The mere thought of you contributing to a team is laughable.
And your mic, the wailing siren of despair, a pitiful attempt at communication that leaves teammates longing for silence. It's not just a cry for help, it's a blatant declaration that your ineptitude is here to stay. Your communication skills are on life support, and the funeral dirge is playing in the background. Start sharing critical information, or continue being the walking disaster that torments every match. It's not just a plea for your teammates to abandon hope, it's a desperate scream for you to wake up and actually contribute.