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But oh, what a tragic fate! The mere whisper of my killer’s blade upon your noble gamer honor, a single strike—and like a toxic little rat, you scurry away from the game. A legendary retreat, worthy of the greatest warriors! I can already picture the history books: “And thus, Morphiy TOXIC, the fearless, vanished 30 seconds into the match, never to be seen again.”
But fear not, noble flashlight knight. Your click-clack may not have earned you the glory you sought, but at least we all had a good laugh. And that, my friend, is true immortality. 🕯️