Part 3Game On: The Unfiltered Star
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After a few rounds, I felt like I'd unlocked a hidden superpower.
The more I scolded, the more energized I became.
The game chat and the livestream were dominated by my voice and the noise coming from that animal in Mid lane.
He went AFK in the fountain just to focus on cursing me out.
"What the hell are you playing? Trash! An ADC who doesn't rotate? Are you stupid?"
"I don't even want this win anymore. I'm going to flame you until I'm happy."
I drank some water and continued the battle.
"If you're so amazing, how come I haven't seen your name in the pro leagues? If you think I'm trash, work harder! Get to 500 stars and you won't match with me."
"Bad luck for you meeting me today. If you were actually good, you wouldn't be in my matchmaking bracket."
"Since you matched with me, you're not all that either. We're trash together."
"You never shut up. Even a pager would bow down to you. Are you the ancestor of all pagers?"
The chat in the livestream slowed down as people listened.
[Sister, slow down, I can't take notes fast enough!]
[I envy her mouth. I used to get scolded until I cried at night.]
[Am I the only one who thinks this voice sounds familiar?]
[Just you. It sounds like heaven to me.]
[I think Mid is right. Why do girls play games? They all suck and feed.]
The streamer, Frost, who had been enjoying the show, stopped playing. He glanced at the chat.
His deep voice cut in: "Mods? Ban that toxic guy in chat."