richardson area :^)

I'm playing from Dallas,TX.

I am still looking for a team to start on c:

bump ^^

still looking ^^

Hooray for improved internet! Now I don't have half of an excuse to be bad though ;;

I remember one day in middle school when I was being bullied by my fellow classmates for not being socially up to date, for being too awkward, and for being a student straight from Asia. My classmates would always pull terrible pranks on me like making me eat frogs raw, and putting spaghetti in my pockets so that they fall out whenever I get out of my seat to do anything. They always laughed and said things like "rare pepe" and things I didn't understand at the time to make me even more irritated. I suffered physical trauma from them in PE as well, constantly getting airshot across the gym and coming home lit, destroyed, ripped, raped, and shit on. My parents never understood my troubles and neglected them because they were too busy farming rice all the time.

However, one particular day it became absolutely unbearable when these classmates took all of my school supplies and made horrific "memes" about the staff, and because my English was no good, I could not sufficiently depend my schoolmates shifting the entirety of the blame on me. But that was only the beginning. After school, as I was about to leave the campus, downtrodden and in a deeper emotional and disciplinary ditch than I've ever been in before, I was stopped by a horde of students of various ages, perhaps my classmates and their older siblings. They kidnapped me against my will and threw me into a dark and abandoned warehouse where I was locked in for what felt like eternity.

I was so afraid and alone, hearing ominous sounds and worrying for my life. It grew so cold, and it did not help that I started to worry for my own well-being. I started to question life, reality, and the world's works. Why do people go so far to make others' lives miserable? Why me?

An eon passed, and I slowly started to lose consciousness and grip on my life. I couldn't bear to look down at my emaciated body, nor could I think about food or water as my hunger and thirst were lethally painful to think about at this point.

Then I heard a very unfamiliar voice coming from the direction of the door, sounding like an angel that has come to save me, saying: "Let me teach you something important, boy: Jet fuel can't melt steel beams." I did not even bother to question whether or not it was I that he was talking to, but all of a sudden I heard that voice spout what even I could recognize as an incantation consisting entirely of dank memes. The sound of the steel lock breaking followed, resembling the sound of pearly gates opening in my mind, and in walked the man whom I have come to know as Rhyd0n, the man who taught me everything. After nursing me back to health with his medical prowess, he then swore to avenge me. I admired his charity, and his knowledge of basically everything. He taught me about dank memes, pepes, and how to not be awkward. He taught me how to become one to be respected, not to be oppressed. Most importantly of all though, he taught me how to be a man, doing what I had thought my parent had failed to do. After going back to school I instantly showed what I learned from Rhyd0n and earned instant respect. My formerly oppressive classmates swooned over my newly acquired deathmatch abilities, and now I am obtaining my third doctorate in Computer Science, happily married to a gorgeous wife who gave birth to two beautiful children. I, and the rest of my family, owe our lives to Rhyd0n. Please give him the opportunities that he gave me. I may not be able to ever repay him in full, but I can always do what I can to help him carry out his own dreams that he had set aside to help me chase mine.

Thank you for your consideration.

rip our 5 ping shadowburn dreams ;__;

You may not like neon, but I'll have you know this also. He is not nearly as horrendous of a person as you make him out to be.

I remember as a child when I was climbing Mt. Everest, diligently going against all odds to become the youngest climber of the mountain in history. I became an outcast from society as a result of what people thought was my arrogance and overconfidence. It was then when I slipped from a cliiff close to the peak 28,000 feet above sea level, and miraculously wound up stuck in an icy valley between two neighboring peaks, too slippery to climb. I felt myself blacking out not only from the blow I took as a young boy falling such a great distance, though strangely blessed at the same time that I fell in a way that my clothes could cushion myself sufficiently to survive.

It was then that I felt like the biggest failure in life, that I was hopeless. There I was half-dead at the trough of an ice-cold mountain, several thousand feet away from fellow climbers, miles away from anyone who cared. I wanted to die.

But then a great shimmering light appeared before my eyes as I started to fade and I felt caring, loving arms pick me up as I slipped out from consciousness. I could faintly hear a soothing voice, reassuring me: "I can out DM Marxist."
When I woke up in the hospital the next day I only had the fleeting image of a gamer perfectly airshotting a TFTV caster, but the kindly person to be seen was nowhere to be seen. However a note was left in his wake: Never give up. REMOVE KEBAB. from neon

I had more motivation than anyone from that day forward. It was neon who gave me a reason to live after all, and so this is why I truly believe you should all, as a community, try to understand this charming individual more and more. He may have his faults, but he is in all an amazing person. Thank you neon for everything.

I can tell you the truth right now, neon went 20-0 against TLR in endif, I don't think there is better evidence that neon simply has the best DM ever, with rockets so crisp they're currently served at KFC.

stoperr is a priest. I met him irl and now I'm blind from the holy light of his righteousness.

Hello TFTV, dz/dy here (steam: http://steamcommunity.com/id/therealchumpy) , also known pluribis (ESEA), and many others. I'm looking for a team in NA ESEA open in one season in hopes of gaming with another 5 cool players. I can't say much about my skill or DM abilities at the moment, however I do hope to improve at the game.

I only have one season of open experience as medic, and I've played a lot of 6v6 as scout in more or less serious environments, but I will definitely focus and work to improve cohesion and adaptation to teammates if possible.

I will be updating this lft thread as the circumstances grow more clear and my experience grows as well, but I will be glad to assess my own skill level in the ESEA heirarchy through scrimming and further teamplay. I especially prefer to communicate a lot with others, whether it be casual socializing or in-game talks about strategy.

My online availability will be basically every night after 8pm of the week excluding certain Fridays of the semester which will be known by start of semester. I will be in the US Central time zone.
Though I feel like I have many personal flaws, I'm also trying to fix them actively and am willing to listen to any suggestion about changes in attitude/mindsets.

Thank you for your consideration.

I love deetr. Please give him love too. He just wants to play video games in open.
-dz/dy <3

you're not missing anything.