Born to click heads, raised by radiation. I don’t choose Nuke — Nuke chooses me. If loving a map with two bombsites, three floors, and enough ladders to ruin friendships is wrong, I don’t want to be right. I measure happiness in perfectly timed rotations and judge people by how well they know squeaky. My heart is in ramp, my soul is in vents, and my brain is permanently yelling “B IS CLEAR.” Certified Nuke enjoyer. ☢️