If i were to describe my experience, It'd be having me strapped down to a metal dildo and have the dildo do 360's inside my anal cavity as i am forced to watch Map5 of T1 vs G2 Bangkok grand finals while simultaneously being told that i am not good enough, i will never be good enough and that i shouldve been killed off in the womb. An average Japanese citizen living in Hiroshima on August 6th 1945 at exactly 8:15 AM could've roughly have experienced 1% of pain and agony i endured in a couple hours today.
I went through all 5 Stages of Grief in the same amount of time it takes for all members of T1 to finish their vapes, Thrice. In those couple of hours, i experienced Denial, "Nah no way am i this ass man what happened please Lebron do something", Anger, "STUPID ASS FUCKING GAME I HOPE RIOT HEADQUARTERS GETS BOMBED TONIGHT FUCK THIS SHIT", Bargaining, "Please Lord there grant me the skill i used to posses ill promise ill do SO MUCH Charity today", Depression, "Its so over, Ill never win a tournament at this stage im so bad at this game", And finally Acceptance, Which is why im here on VLR disclossing my humiliation ritual to the Public. Its GG's






