Charles Darwin spoke of natural selection—the process by which the fittest survive, adapt, and thrive. And yet here you are, a statistical anomaly, a walking rejection of 3.5 billion years of evolution.

You don’t play Dota to win. You’re here to persist, like a cockroach in a nuclear wasteland, clicking buttons with the mechanical grace of a fork in a microwave. Every match is a documentary on how low the human brain can sink while still maintaining motor function.

Your gameplay is a fossil record of bad decisions: no map awareness, no item timings, just primal instincts and a desperate need to hit random creeps for 50 minutes. If Darwin watched your replays, he'd throw Origin of Species into the ocean and start preaching intelligent design out of pure disappointment.

You are not the apex predator. You are the weird fish that crawled out of the sea, saw the sun once, and went straight back into the water to ruin everyone else’s swim.

You don’t play Dota to win. You play Dota to ruin. Every time you lock in Undying or Venomancer, a small part of the server’s collective soul withers and dies. You’re not a player, you’re a disease with an Internet connection. There’s no strategy, no finesse—just wards in random bushes and a decaying zombie grandpa waddling around with brown boots and delusions of impact.

You’re Immortal, but only because MMR can’t measure moral decay. You don’t build Greaves. You don’t buy Pipe. You don’t believe in "helping" your team—you believe in attrition, in making the game so unbearably unfun that the enemy gives up before their will to live does.

Every fight with you starts with a plague ward and ends with five people questioning why they queued up in the first place. You’re not a hero, you’re an event—a 60-minute pub Gollum dragging everyone down into a pit of slows, DOTs, and zero enjoyment.

No one queues with you. They endure you.

In his dialogues Plato suggests that concrete beings acquire their essence through their relations to "Forms"—abstract universals logically or ontologically separate from the objects of sense perception. you play lycan and monkey king because you know you're an animal? plato shows that the world we perceive is only a semi-real reflection of a higher reality of timeless entities, which we grasp by “pure” thought; when you think only animal thoughts like yourself, you are mentally limited to only playing animal heroes. enjoy being stuck at 4k the rest of your life ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

+rep After a good game in csgo, i added him because he seemed like a cool guy. We got chatting, over the next couple of months we became good friends. Lots of banter, lots of great CS and most importantly true friendship.
I invited him to my house for a csgo lan party. He said he was coming so i was looking forward to meeting him in real life.
When he arrived at my house, he pushed me against the wall and started nibbling my ear, i felt his hard ♥♥♥♥ push against my leg. I punched him and then 1 tapped him. Turns out he was gay. Don't trust this guy.

+rep has a nice mom

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