Oh, what a surprise. Last night in Premier, I encountered a real visionary. Honestly, the gaming chair that guy was sitting on must be a piece of top-secret, government-funded engineering. I’ve never seen such legendary, physics-defying comfort.
Just kidding, obviously. That guy was sporting the most pathetic, blatant rage hacks I’ve witnessed in years. Truly a masterclass in how to turn a competitive shooter into a low-budget, single-player cinematic experience where you are the only one not allowed to have fun. It’s heartening to see that in an age of advanced anti-cheat, some people still choose to pursue their dreams of being a professional script-kiddie.