Summarizing Overwatch League chat: everyone's complaining about the GOATS comp, making fun of C9s, and begging for the All Access Pass.
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Guys this is not a C9
twitchquotes:Guys this is not a C9. They purposefully left the point knowing they wouldn't be able to win the fight. They simply left it to save their strength for the next round, as expected from a top tier team
Guys this is not a C9. They purposefully left the point knowing they wouldn't be able to win the fight. They simply left it to save their strength for the next round, as expected from a top tier team
SPAM THIS PONG TO FREE HONG KONG
twitchquotes:SPAM π THIS π PONG π TO π FREE π HONG π KONG π
SPAM π THIS π PONG π TO π FREE π HONG π KONG π
It starts with a charging Rein
twitchquotes:It starts with a charging Rein. Janus floods the enemy team. His teammates race back and forth behind closed eyelids. Janus dies. Dead. Now itβs up to the Justice to decide what to do with it.
It starts with a charging Rein. Janus floods the enemy team. His teammates race back and forth behind closed eyelids. Janus dies. Dead. Now itβs up to the Justice to decide what to do with it.
SPAM BlessRNG THIS BlessRNG GUY BlessRNG TO BlessRNG HELP BlessRNG SHANGHAI BlessRNG
Bumper Ameng burger
twitchquotes:Bumper stared at the burger in his hand. Normally, he loved chowing down on his Big Mac like he chowed on these beta tanks like Swon or Muma or Super. But not today. Today, this burger was a sign of his failure. The double patties of meat reminded him not of succulent juicy beef but only the mighty veiny vascular muscles of Ameng. The seeded bread buns? It was Amengβs cheeks as he squatted on Bumperβs face. The tomato? It was his blood dripping off Amengβs hammer. The mayo? You know what it is
Bumper stared at the burger in his hand. Normally, he loved chowing down on his Big Mac like he chowed on these beta tanks like Swon or Muma or Super. But not today. Today, this burger was a sign of his failure. The double patties of meat reminded him not of succulent juicy beef but only the mighty veiny vascular muscles of Ameng. The seeded bread buns? It was Amengβs cheeks as he squatted on Bumperβs face. The tomato? It was his blood dripping off Amengβs hammer. The mayo? You know what it is