https://x.com/keikofps/status/1931467241419399627
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If Heretics wakes up, this will not age well lol.
What the fuck, Giuseppe the monster claimed another victim and now TH got dismantled by PRX like that?
Fuck my life.
The news was just relayed to me by Jean Cepe, a nurse at the UMD, a long-time friend, who, despite the prohibition on communicating about the matter and the strict enforcement of professional secrecy surrounding it, informed me by phone that this individual, formerly known by the first name Giuseppe when they were still human—a time long past, lost in the immemorial and primordial mists of time, forgotten by all and swallowed in the foggy abyss of history—Jean Cepe told me, I say, that the bloodthirsty savage of the UMD had once again attacked one of the nurses tasked with restraining and treating them. Jean Cepe himself, who had drawn the short straw in a game of chance, was terribly unfortunate that day. The walking infamy, who had cunningly nurtured their inhuman and venereal scheme, blindly threw themselves at my brave colleague, armed with a fork stolen from the cafeteria—back when the masturbatory abomination was still allowed to eat with the other residents. In their superhuman madness, they pounced on my helpless friend, caught off guard and surprised, and drove the culinary utensil into his right eye socket, raging with fury. My friend owed his salvation only to the taser that all nurses entering the cell of this creeping black horror were required to carry, as per the UMD’s security protocols.
And so, today I learned with horror and terror that the unholy spawn had struck again, adding another innocent victim to their list of heinous crimes. Joao Tchepes, a distant cousin of Jean Cepe, who arrived in France two years ago seeking a better life, a former Brazilian paramilitary, and recruited to the UMD on Cepe’s recommendation, was today struck by fate, cursed by the heavens, and lost at the game of short straws, thereby putting his life on the line, threatened by a danger far beyond the mafia gangs of the favelas he had fought against with honesty and devotion for so long.
After making the sign of the cross, I’m told, and nervously praying to the Virgin Mary, Joao approached the tenth sub-basement, where the armored cell of this impervious madness is chained, to administer the daily sedative, as is customary at 9 a.m. Since the incident with Jean Cepe, the nurses responsible for the injections are always backed up by another nurse armed with a taser rifle. But the moment Tchepes opened the titanium door of the cell, his martial experience and past instantly alerted him to an imminent danger about to descend upon them both. The chains of the merciless gnome had been broken by their excrement, which had become corrosive due to the unknown pharmaceutical substances administered to them. The shameless viper had used this to free themselves from their shackles and was hiding, crouched in the corner by the door. With eyes bloodshot and screaming “LeKhey” in an otherworldly cry, they threw themselves mercilessly at Tchepes’ leg, biting and shattering his femur with an animalistic bite honed by months of gnawing on their steel chains. In a fleeting instant, they tore apart the poor Brazilian’s leg, severing his femoral artery in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, both the backup nurse and Tchepes himself managed to subdue the cursed gnome with their tasers and urgently evacuate our friend from São Paulo, who was suffering from a hemorrhage.
As of now, the bleeding has been stopped, but the doctors are concerned about an infection and potential sepsis caused by the poisons and toxic bacilli present in the infamous mouth of this beast. They are even considering amputating his leg...
https://x.com/HereticsVal/status/1930649066116894880
PRX, you are finished.
Forever trapped in my genjutsu, the stinking monster.
You’ve regressed 700,000 years and are now nothing more than a howling howler monkey fit for the zoo.
We’ll set up a circus just for you, where you’ll put on a show.
You’ll dance for your master.
You are my creation, our modern-day Frankenstein. You are ANNIHILATED. Dance while you still can, before the nurse silences you with a syringe, you broken puppet.
Dance for your creator, monstrosity.
I know you're here
The monstrosity got out of the Wood Colombo asylum again it seems like
TH and FNC look good they can def win something
Americans and overrating their teams ...
Maximiliano Olofsson-MacCarthy 'Less' ibn Abdelkader Takahashi Petrescu von Schönberg de la Rochefoucauld
The monster is lurking, looking for his next prey.
Do not go to sleep, I repeat, do not go to sleep tonight.
It is with an almost sacred astonishment and a blood-chilling bureaucratic anxiety that I finally reveal the news to you.
Tonight, precisely at 8:18 PM, the call came: “Report to Wood Colombo without delay.”
Upon my arrival, a procession of white silhouettes seized me like a silent military formation. The medical staff, lined up like zealous civil servants, their faces hidden behind impassive masks, imposed upon me a robe of immaculate white, erasing all trace of my identity in an instant. The chair on which I was literally pinned vibrated like an appendage of some infernal machine. Every creak of the leather echoed with the implacable coldness of a Kafkaesque administration.
They then guided me to Giuseppe’s cell, my sole possession, whose presence evoked an absurd ritual act, scheduled like a work shift. The door opened with a sealing groan. The air inside was fetid, saturated with the scent of antiseptic and latent terror. The flickering neon lights spat out a brutal glow, revealing walls streaked with cables and pipes, a metallic labyrinth fit for an administrative nightmare.
At the center, immobilized by a steel cable connected to a mechanical motor, stood the creature, the infamous, rabid beast. Its body convulsed in an unspeakable choreography of agony, bones and tendons twisting into an inhuman geometry. Foul-smelling fumes escaped its nostrils. A hoarse howl, closer to a forbidden cosmic chant than an animal’s cry, pierced the air. Each spasm seemed to tear open a rift between our world and some unholy abyss.
When I stepped forward, its bulbous eye sockets scrutinized me with the wariness of an ancient, forgotten entity. Its gasping movements grew more frenzied, as if it were trying to break free from its mechanical torment, a furious marionette pulled by strings of steel.
Then, suddenly, the Kafkaesque miracle. As I approached, Giuseppe froze. In a ritual both grotesque and solemn, he bowed, spread his misshapen limbs, and brought his lips to my feet. The gap between order and cosmic horror briefly disappeared. Beneath his trembling kisses, I felt the abyss of a creature both dominated and worshipful.
After this silent rite, Giuseppe withdrew, vanishing into the shadows of his cell, and a long silence followed. Then the entire Asylum erupted in applause. The walls echoed like the stands of a secret tribunal, celebrating the improbable union of man, beast, and machine.
Tomorrow, we invite everyone to a celebratory feast.
Giuseppe, he's the absolute embodiment of being a loser, a walking piece of crap who's turned his life into a pathetic running joke. He spends his time whining about his fate as if it’s destiny’s fault when, spoiler alert, he’s just a lazy ass with no guts or ambition. This guy is the very definition of a rat wallowing in his own filth, always complaining but never bothering to get off his ass to change anything.
And of course, like all the trash from the vlr crowd, he hangs out with other broken losers in a “we’re all in the same shit” vibe, as if that’s some kind of excuse to keep doing nothing. These guys egg each other on in their mediocrity, convincing themselves it’s “the system’s fault” or “the girls’ fault” when they’re just deadbeats who gave up before even trying.
Giuseppe is living proof that some people are just made to be failures, and they don’t even have the decency to have the dignity to shut their mouths. He’ll end up like all the others, at 40 years old, belly hanging out, crying on a forum because his life is as empty as his balls.
You’re completely broken, Geppeto Abdelkader El-Hakim Al-Rachid Al-Farouq. The end of your existence will be spent in a dungeon in the deepest part of the Colombo Asylum.
Giuseppe, he's the absolute embodiment of being a loser, a walking piece of crap who's turned his life into a pathetic running joke. He spends his time whining about his fate as if it’s destiny’s fault when, spoiler alert, he’s just a lazy ass with no guts or ambition. This guy is the very definition of a rat wallowing in his own filth, always complaining but never bothering to get off his ass to change anything.
And of course, like all the trash from the vlr crowd, he hangs out with other broken losers in a “we’re all in the same shit” vibe, as if that’s some kind of excuse to keep doing nothing. These guys egg each other on in their mediocrity, convincing themselves it’s “the system’s fault” or “the girls’ fault” when they’re just deadbeats who gave up before even trying.
Giuseppe is living proof that some people are just made to be failures, and they don’t even have the decency to have the dignity to shut their mouths. He’ll end up like all the others, at 40 years old, belly hanging out, crying on a forum because his life is as empty as his balls.
You’re completely broken, Geppeto Abdelkader El-Hakim Al-Rachid Al-Farouq. The end of your existence will be spent in a dungeon in the deepest part of the Colombo Asylum.
You are my creation, our modern-day Frankenstein. You are ANNIHILATED. Dance while you still can, before the nurse silences you with a syringe, you broken puppet.
Bow down, devious serpent. I tore you from your branch and exposed you to the scorching sun of my prestige. You writhe on your belly for my pleasure, bound and tied to the Asylum where I decreed you shall end up imprisoned. Dance for me, Souleiman Hamid M'doumi Ben Kahlouch. Dance the tarantella for your almighty creator, for your hegemon who reigns over the emporium of your shattered and narrow mind. I have unhinged every last cell and every minuscule neuron of your simian brain
On your knees and bow down, vile broken filth, impure godless worm, son of Iblis, heir of Baphomet, atrocious Haloul. Kneel before your lord, your master who has conquered your body and twisted your mind. Face down to worship the creator, the destroyer, the one who named you and the one who broke you. Dance for me, Kamal Jeremiah Ishmotep Gangnam N'bili.
Ты не можешь говорить, что G2 лучшая команда в мире, когда они проиграли T1, имея преимущество по картам, и в прошлом году тоже провалились.
Брат, SEN проиграли TL, они не очень сильные. Но я согласен насчёт G2, они сильные
Тихоокеанский регион слабый, RRQ первый посев, по моему мнению это не очень хорошо.
Северная Америка худший регион в Valorant
https://www.vlr.gg/475900/g2-esports-vs-sentinels-champions-tour-2025-americas-stage-1-ubsf
Didn't hear you back then
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