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J'ai moi même eu la chance de serrer sa main lors d'un voyage dans le sud de la France. Doté d'une poigne de fer, comme vous pouvez vous en douter, il m'a broyé la main. Mes phalanges craqués petit à petit sous la force de cette homme mystérieux. Alors qu'il perçut ma souffrance il s'excusa humblement en me disant : "Désolé, ma force est mon fardeau, voulez-vous que je masse votre main pour faire partir la douleur ?"
J'ai répondu oui.
Il m'a massé la main.
Et j'écris ses mots.
-My bullets never touched him eventhough I'm a pro
-Everytime I tried to flash him I was also flashed
-He was always the first to shot even with my eagle reflexes
-Everytime I shot him in the balls he kept playing, ignoring the pain
-He aimed for the head when nobody does it at my pro elo
-His teammates refused to report him so he is even more suspicious
-I called him hacker and he didn't respond : an innocent man would have tried to defend himself
I am one of the best player in my village and I don't understand how I lost to him. He is 100% hacking