Archive of all Valorant related copypasta including of pro players, gaming organizations, Riot’s circle jerk, Valorant metas and Twitch chat to troll fans.
one time i was eating chicken wings beside tenz at a pub in canada, and he is wearing white sweatpants and the black and red SEN jersey and i was eating a flat and i took a bite out of it and the bone popped out and flip up in the air, and i swore to god that time slow down and i was like "omg holy shit, somebody stop this", i couldnt react whilst watching the bone spinning around and then the chicken wing drops but tenz moves his leg away while the bone was split-second away from touching his white sweatpants and i look dead in his eyes and said "omg dude, im so sorry" and tenz that totally silence all the time while enjoying his borovička look over towards me and said "i knew it would happen" then look away, stood up and walk off, i never been so awe in my life and then i knew this guy is and will be a great valorant player, this guy is cold as fuck like his in-game name and he is fast as hell its how he dodges the chicken wing bone and its how he fucked 100t balls deep while keeping his composure, its no coincidence, im telling you its all interconnected because what kind of person you're in real life, translated to how you are as a player in valorant.
10 days since sick strim.i walk through the empty streets trying to think of something else but my path always leads to the stream. i stare at the screen for hours and try to summon the clutch god. i watch other white boys streaming but it is no good. i flame steel in his channel for not making Iceland and try to resist the power-hungry mods but it is all meaningless. the end is near.i then usually watch some old sick vods and cry myself to sleep.
I am Douglas Apr's father, and I raised him right and taught him manners and how to be a man. I did not teach him to teab*g. After three straight incidents of his behavior recently, I have disowned him. He is no longer a son of mine. I must urge a boycott of Sentinels. Come home my boy.
Steel and his team had failed the run to masters. His dearest son Vanity cried as he watched 100t get beaten to death. But there was no time to mourn. Vanity swore to himself, that he would make it to iceland
