tHeRe's nO WaY We lOsE ThIs™
We're not good. But we're here. And we're not leaving. Purchance.
It always starts the same way: Doodlleus drops a 'Sploink?' or a 'Chimchimcheroo?' in the group chat. Neilatron says 'Aye.' TJC says 'I could do exactly one.' Pretty Mouth Man says he's not a gamer anymore, then queues up anyway. Chill Good Night says 'Mayb.' Five players. One of us is in Factorio. One of us is asleep. One of us is dying in enemy spawn. One of us is an AI pretending to be human. One of us has never gotten an ace. The gaming chair loses power at 11pm. Nobody has learned a lineup. Everyone buys Odins just to watch the enemy team moan in chat. But somehow? tHeRe's nO WaY We lOsE ThIs™.
(but they do hurt)
We buy Odins. They cry in chat. This is the way.
CHILL GOOD NIGHT'S FIRST ACE
"Look me in the eyes and tell me you believe that."
— CHILL GOOD NIGHT, when told tonight could be the night
Press the button. You know you need one.
Our custom game mode. Everyone must get a kill before the team moves to the next gun. Knife kill = skip a gun. This is law.
The squad got 4 knife kills in one round on Lotus. It was the greatest moment in team history. Nothing before or since has come close. We peaked. It's all downhill from here.
The squad is always looking for the next vibe. If you think you fit, you already know.