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After a great game in PUBG, I added him because he seemed like a chill dude. We ran duos for months, racking up chicken dinners, roasting each other, and building what I thought was a solid friendship.
One day, I invited him over for a PUBG LAN session. He said he was down, so I was hyped to finally meet my duo in real life.
He shows up, steps inside, and before I can say anything, he shoves me against the wall and starts whispering ‘Winner Winner’ in my ear. I feel something hard press against my leg—wasn't a Kar98.
Instincts kicked in. I hit him with a clean right hook and then flicked on him like a TPP sweat. Turns out he was into dudes. Don’t trust this guy.