I hate six so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ much

Ah, Six from Team Fortress 2, where do I begin? Let's just say if hating Six was an Olympic sport, I'd be a gold medalist. This guy manages to be more elusive than a spy with a Cloak and Dagger. Every time you think you've got him in your crosshairs, poof, he's gone! I swear, he's like the Houdini of TF2, disappearing right when you're about to give him a taste of your rocket launcher. And don't even get me started on his impeccable aim—makes me wonder if he's got some kind of aimbot installed in his brain. You could be jumping around like a maniac, and he'll still manage to headshot you from halfway across the map. Honestly, if I ever meet Six in real life, I'll probably have to check under my bed for sticky bombs before going to sleep. That guy gives me more nightmares than a round of Mann vs. Machine on expert difficulty. So, if you see Six in a game, do yourself a favor and switch to the winning team—it's the only way to preserve what little sanity you have left.