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But his aim was so off, it made others think.
He fired his shots, oh what a sight,
They went left and right, not hitting ♥♥♥♥♥.
Charging through the breach, Synq's aim non existent,
Two rows of rockets fade from existence.
Their fiery potential, untapped and unseen,
Oh, what a shame, the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ of the team.
Yet in the game, you're nothing but ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, we must trust.
Your aim is off, your strategies weak,
You're like a newborn pup, still learning to speak.
You build your base, but it's easily raided,
Your loot is gone, your efforts faded.
You gather resources, but it's all in vain,
As you're killed again and again.
Your teammates try to carry you through,
But it's clear, Synq, that you haven't a clue.
With 8000 hours, one would expect more,
But alas, you're still a noob, that's for sure.
So let this be a lesson to all,
That time played doesn't mean you won't fall.
Synq, oh Synq, with 8000 hours in Rust,
It's time to step up, or be left in the dust.