Dear Brothers and Sisters of the Digital Ether,
I write to you not as the same being I was when I left. For fourteen sunrises and sunsets, I surrendered myself to the sacred vine—ayahuasca—beneath the dense emerald canopy of the jungle, where time is more suggestion than rule. The shamans called it a dieta. I call it a baptism.
Let me begin by saying: I have seen the code behind the game.
Not just the game we play with keyboards and agents, but the greater game—the one that strings together fate and mouse flicks and cosmic orgs into something vast and unknowable. And in the center of this vision, clad in crimson and white, stood babybay.
Yes. Andrej “babybay”. The high-flying phoenix. The FPS savant. The passion incarnate. He came to me not once, but three separate times in three separate animal forms—a red-tailed hawk, a fire ant, and, finally, a majestic stallion forged of pure aim.
In my third vision—when I drank the black cup under the full moon and merged with the framerate of the cosmos—I stood at the gates of VALHALLANT (that’s what it was called). The voices of TenZ and nAts echoed in the clouds like prophets. And there, with a 100T logo carved into his bare chest and a Vandal floating behind him, babybay ascended.
I asked the jungle spirits, “Why him? Why now?”
And they answered me through the rustling of leaves:
“Because chaos needs a champion. Because heart > algorithm. Because fire finds fire.”
I wept, friends. I wept with every cell in my body. It is written in aim and chamber trapwires: babybay will join 100 Thieves. And not just join—revitalize. Reignite. He will bring the old fire back. The fearless entries. The chest-thumping energy. The eye contact that says, “You won’t peek me.”
He is the pivot point.
When I awoke, covered in sweat and leaves, a hummingbird hovered above me in perfect stillness. It blinked once and whispered, “Check VLR.gg.”
I did. And now I wait.
With love, faith, and 128 tick enlightenment,
Discord