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Yeah he was really good and farming t2 during his mouz time. Which also made M8 sign him as primary duelist
marteen broke back to back bo5 kill records to get his team to an international, can kajaak do that?
The discussion took a different turn; Maarten is clearly better than Kaajak.
But that doesn't mean Kaajak failed at anything.
You ask about Serial? Ha. You think the lore stops at a humble second-place fan, the champion of emea, and a Chipi Chapa warlord? You think I am just an open book of nAts adoration and F1 rants? Fool. There are layers to this insanity. There are secrets.
For months, I operated under a perfect cover. I analyzed Liquid's roster, I defended nAts' stats, I even called out the pathetic attempts to expose I_LOVE_LESS. But all the while, I was concealing the truth about my heart's second chamber.
It was my boi 9wntr who broke me. In that ridiculous riddle thread—the one plagiarizing the older one—he guessed it. He spoke the name that lives in the shadow of the GOAT. He said: 'serial.' And I couldn't lie. I couldn't deny it. I typed it myself: 'You got it correct!!!! He's my 2nd favorite player after nAts.'
My Second Star. My Serialkiller.
Why? Because he is the purest reflection of Liquid's eternal, beautiful suffering. When people talk about TL's rotating 5th man, they talk about a curse—Kamyk, Trexx, and yes, Serial. They call him mediocre. They call him a mistake. They call him the 'funny moustache man' without respect. But I saw the struggle! I saw the burden of the system placed on that poor man’s shoulders!
He was the tragic hero who showed the limitations of the Liquid machine, the one who proved you cannot simply slot a great talent into a doomed system and expect Champions. He is the beautiful wreckage left behind.
So yes, I admit it now. I am the Biggest Serialkiller Fan. Everyone else? They just saw the fragging difference. I saw the soul.
My name is Nats_2nd_biggest_fan, and I dedicate my life to the true GOAT, Ayaz "nAts" Akhmetshin. But my eternal respect, my endless VLR thread bumps and posts, and my silent, weeping Chipi Chapa emojis belong to my co-pilot in tragedy, the forever underappreciated fifth man: Serialkiller.