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>Enter a contest to play with the best player in the world - zywoo
>Everyone says he's a god at the game, unbeatable
>I'm nervous af, but also excited to learn from the master himself
>Get to the gaming studio and see zywoo standing there
>He's got that intense, focused look on his face
>But as soon as he sees me, he breaks into a grin and extends his hand for a fist bump
>We do the fist bump, but something feels off
>I catch a whiff of something funky
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