That... could've... gone... better. I think.

I'm rubbish at every game I play; My IQ is countable on one hand. You're reading this because you eliminated me with a basic tactic, and you're wondering how I have this many hours, yet still fell for it, correct?
The answer is that I have no brain activity whatsoever. My skill doesn't improve with the passage of time, it deteriorates, instead. ^~^
Situational awareness is something I will sorely lack, indefinitely. I guarantee you that I'm an easy kill, or a detrimentally oblivious teammate.
I'm not funny or amusing, furthermore, I'm childish, immature, and spectacularly sensitive. Expect me to rant, vent, declare, or ask random BS.

I main Pyro because I'm too brain dead and unskilled to learn how to aim.

Gone, Gone, Gone by Phillip Phillips, Viva La Vida by Coldplay, Wake Me Up by Avicii and Aloe Blacc are amongst some of my favourite songs.
I drink black tea with a copious amount of sugar.
Did you know that the Circle Line in London isn't a circle? It's a spiral, and uses S7 Stock trains.
To the Bee Duo: I hope you're both doing well.
Once, somebody accused me of being a femboy. Should I consider that an achievement?
Edit: Twice accused now!
I specifically despise the person who wanted to kick me because I destroyed a Teleporter. I hope both sides of your pillow is warm, but that your family never goes into financial jeopardy.

Profile picture drawn by Naomi_Lord.

Randall, Zhutol, Closed, Stickalol, Tregter, Sweet Reverb, Storm, Bug, Rinkimeku, and irl friends whom it may concern, I'm masquerading!