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Now, imagine Maki entering a lobby—before the round even starts, he's already hit a headshot and told three players they aim like his grandma playing blindfolded. He rages like a symphony of expletives, each one more creative than the last, and when he trash-talks, it's an art form. The enemies don't just lose the game; they lose the will to continue gaming altogether.
But the best part? Maki does all this while dodging cheaters like Neo dodges bullets in the Matrix. By the time he's done, he's not just jumped ranks—he's somersaulted, backflipped, and moonwalked his way to the top.