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10/10 player
The rest have left. Can't blame 'em much.
He spawns as Skulk, I drop as marine,
On maps abandoned since 2013.
The engine wheezes, frames collapse,
The Gorge farts gas, the world just lags.
No updates drop, no balance tweaks—
But we’ve been scrimming here for weeks.
“Get help,” my mom says. “Touch some grass.”
But bohs just bile bombs half the map.
Could we move on? Try modern games?
Where aliens aren’t weird and lamed?
Sure. But who’d phase gate in like me?
Who’d weld bohs's exo lovingly?
We cap no points. We fight no war.
Yet still we rush the tech point core.
In NS2, where no one logs,
We’re gods among nostalgic fog.