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Think of taking a seashell and placing it in wet sand or clay.
It would leave an imprint.

The people in our lives also leave imprints.
Some of these are legacies that strengthen us.
Some might be liabilities that we need to overcome.
Yet others leave their marks or imprints upon us.
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The Road Not Taken
By: ROBERT FROST

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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If you read this far, comment "Protect the Purple Queen"
it'll be a secret between u and me

Oh, bless your heart. You actually think I'm hacking?

That's almost adorable in its simplicity.
Let's trot out a little philosophical tool called Occam's Razor, shall we?
(It's a fancy way of saying the simplest explanation is usually the right one.)

Now, consider the possibilities:

· I am a clandestine digital maestro, employing sophisticated, undetectable software to defy the very fabric of fair play, dedicating my time and resources to cheating in a video game, and somehow still manage to get killed occasionally.

· You, my dear accuser, might just be a tad predictable.

Applying our good friend Occam, which scenario requires fewer outlandish assumptions and secret villainy?

And speaking of reality, let's add another inconvenient truth to your conspiracy theory. Take a gander at my account. Notice anything? Perhaps the rather significant number of years it's been around? Or maybe the distinct lack of any sort of ban, restriction, or mark of shame from the all-seeing anti-cheat gods? If I were the prolific, undetectable cheater you've conjured in your mind, wouldn't logic (and the multi-million dollar anti-cheat systems) suggest there might be, just maybe, a slight indication of that over, you know, a considerable amount of time? It's almost as if consistently not being banned for years is a simpler explanation than me being the ghost of cheating past, present, and future.

And "aim hacking"? Oh, that's a classic. Are you quite sure my crosshair snapping to your head isn't just you standing perfectly still in a wide-open angle, or perhaps peeking the same pixel for the fifth time in a round? It's almost like good aim and positioning without cheats looks suspiciously like good aim and positioning with cheats when you're consistently on the receiving end. Fascinating, isn't it?

And speaking of things that point emphatically, let's address this persistent "aim hacking" theory. While your excitement at encountering what appears to be instant, robotic precision is understandable, allow me to introduce you to a concept often lost on players who frequent the same three angles: crosshair placement. You see, after a few thousand hours, one starts to develop a vague idea of where enemies might appear. Placing your crosshair in anticipation of that exact spot, rather than relying purely on lightning-fast flicks, can indeed look suspiciously like your aim is locking on. It’s almost as if predicting common angles and having the discipline to pre-aim them removes the wild, reactive mouse movements you might be accustomed to seeing. It's less a magical computer assist and more... knowing where to look. Who knew?

Furthermore, the notion that anyone accused of "aimbotting/walling" is some invincible god of the server is, frankly, hilarious. Newsflash: even if someone were cheating (which, again, Occam's Razor suggests is less likely than you needing a tutorial on basic game sense), they're not immune to being outplayed. A little unpredictability, smart utility usage, and understanding how to exploit the game's mechanics – yes, the very engine we're both playing on – can turn the tables. It's not exactly rocket science; it just requires thinking beyond "run forward and shoot."

If, after this incredibly patient and illuminating explanation, you still cling to the belief that I'm cheating, please, do leave a comment on my profile. I could honestly use the entertainment, and I'd be delighted to dedicate some time to explaining, in excruciating detail, precisely why your assessment is, shall we say, misinformed.