I bet my ENTIRE LIFE on Babybay going 50 kills against PRX. 50 kills. Not 49. Not 48. FIFTY. You know what number he's at? I don't want to talk about it. My car? Gone. Traded it to a guy outside the betting shop who looked like he understood esports. My house? The bank took it yesterday. I am currently typing this from a Starbucks because they have free WiFi and also because I no longer have electricity. My wife looked me dead in the eyes and said "you bet our mortgage on a Valorant player getting 50 kills in a single series" and I said "babybay goes crazy, babe, trust the process" and she left with the kids and the dog and the good blender. I still have the bad blender. I also donated my kidney in advance because I was THAT confident. I donated it BEFORE the match started. It is gone. I gave it to a medical professional with a handshake and a smile and I said "hold onto this, I won't be needing it because babybay is about to go absolutely nuclear on PRX." Babybay please. PLEASE. I believe in you. My remaining kidney believes in you. The Starbucks barista has started giving me concerned looks. I have nowhere to go. Get the 50 kills.








