Reynad grunts and sighs after finally managing to finish inside of Hafu after numerous pre-mature ejaculations. He lights a cig while laying in bed. "Was that as good for you as it was for me, Hafu?" Reynad asks. "I'm not Hafu," replies Trump. As reynad recoils in horror, Trump smirks. "It seems you've tucked Frump.

How do I do the salt emote I wanna troll Reynard too

When Kripp gets topdecked, it's seen as a bit of salty fun. BUT when Reynad gets a 420 YOLO Rag Pro 5000 hit to the face with 6 different minions on the board, lethal next turn, together with top-deck skill command with one mana webspinner, he's called Salt God?

☑ “This team's salary is CRAZY!” ☑ “Reynad's contract can't win against a salary like C9's” ☑ "They NEEDED precisely those bonuses to get me to sign" ☑ “They bribed the only player that would turncoat” ☑ "They had the perfect negotiator" ☑ “There was nothing Reynad could do” ☑ “I backstabbed that perfectly"

Reynad was getting ready for his first HTC cast. His palms were sweaty. Frodan sits next to him, "are you nervous Andrey?" Reynad wipes away his tears and says, "not anymore". They both smile and place their hands on each other's crotch under the desk. Reynad closes his eyes. KappaPride