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You’re not a player. You’re an environmental hazard. I’ve seen more threat from idle Engineers. You exist on the scoreboard as a cautionary tale. I log on and entire lobbies scatter—you log on and people alt-tab out of pity. I don’t even feel anger anymore. Just secondhand shame. I offer coaching, but honestly? You’d get more out of enrolling in culinary school. At least there, your feed might be useful.
You’re not grinding DM—you’re just rehearsing for a blooper reel. Pack it up, clown. You’re not even wasting my time—you’re wasting Turkey’s. I offer lessons if you want to learn from greatness, but be warned: I don’t do refunds for bruised egos.
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⣿⣿⠿⢣⡾⡏⢟⣯⢿⡽⣦⢿⣽⢾⣼⣺⣻⣞⣯⢷⣟⣷⡻⠄⣿⣿
⣿⣧⢺⣺⣽⠤⠠⠘⢻⣽⢿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣗⡿⠺⠙⠻⣺⣞⡇⢰⣿⣿
⣿⠋⣼⣳⣇⣨⣤⢶⣿⣿⣬⣯⣝⣫⣿⣥⡀⡈⠰⣶⣟⣾⡻⠄⣻⣿
⣿⡂⡻⡚⡡⠑⠄⠌⠉⠻⠟⠋⢉⠉⠍⡙⢻⢶⡴⣗⣟⡾⣶⣄⢻⣿
⣿⣷⠩⢈⣄⡈⠄⠂⠁⠄⠂⠈⠄⢄⣂⡈⠢⠹⣝⣯⢷⢿⡕⢡⣾⣿
⣿⣿⢰⣿⣿⣷⠁⠪⠂⢀⠈⠄⡁⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣕⠮⣹⢹⢲⠈⣿⣿
⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⠄⠈⠄⠄⠄⡄⠄⢻⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣮⣌⠰⣾⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣄⢻⡽⠆⢄⠄⠄⠄⠐⠘⠈⠄⠳⣻⢿⣿⣿⣟⣷⣻⣳⣌⢻⣿
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⣿⣿⢱⣶⣭⡻⢿⠿⣛⣛⣛⠸⣮⡻⣿⣿⡿⢛⣭⣶⣆⢿⣿
⣿⡿⣸⣿⣿⣿⣷⣮⣭⣛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣥⣾⣿⣿⣿⡷⣽⣿
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⣿⡖⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣭⣭⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡔⣾⣿
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⣿⣿⣯⡔⢛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣭⣍⣨⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⡿⢫⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣝⣿