Its the Xiangling copypasta but changed to Maelle from Clair Obscur: Expedition 33.
I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of Maelle. I try to play Verso. Maelle deals more damage. I try to play Monoco. Maelle deals more damage. I try to play Lune. Maelle deals more damage. I want to play Sciel. Her best team has Maelle. She grabs me by the throat. I farm for her. I cook for her. I give her Brulerum. She isn't satisfied. I give her Barrier Breaker "I don't need this much Power" She tells me. "Give me more field time." She grabs Sciel and forces her to throw herself off enemies. "You just need to funnel me more. I can deal more damage with Medalum." I can't beat Golgra, I don't have enough damage. She grabs my team. They die. "Guess this is the end." She grabs her Barrier Breaker. She says "The dance begins." There is no hint of sadness in her eyes. Nothing but pure disgust. What a cruel world.
Bro is utterly flabbergasted, completely bewildered. Bro is straight up unaware, homie got the "what the fuck did I do" lookin ahh face. Bro looks like his ahh lost connection to the server. My brother in christ got hit with that Men In Black neurolizer type shiii. Bro got that post concussion confusion lookin dude. Bros been smokin that purple shadow realm kush from the netherlands. My guy is exploring other dimensions. This male individual is unaware of his own natural state of being under the current circumstances. My fellow aqcuaintance, which some may refer to as friend, or maybe the hip slang term of "homie", is in a state of uncomfortable confusion blissfully unaware of the mockery in which he is being portrayed by the female aqcuaintence within the foreground of the provided film.
The fact that Fortnite, Minecraft, and Roblox still have cultural relevance in the mid 2020s is incontrovertible proof of the cultural glaciation and ossification of recent years and it's only going to get worse from here. https://t.co/LHokPRcN2J
— Mark Carney Patriots for Palestine 🇵🇸🔻 (@itsnotmyketchup) April 10, 2025
The fact that Fortnite, Minecraft, and Roblox still have cultural relevance in the mid 2020s is incontrovertible proof of the cultural glaciation and ossification of recent years and it's only going to get worse from here.
Argus is not a hero; he's a bug in the code that turned into a character. Just imagine: you're playing hard, tryharding, positioning, managing cooldowns — then he shows up. "I'm immortal, and it's fine." He doesn't fight; he just waits for everyone around him to waste their resources. He doesn't die; he takes a break. Every time he uses his ultimate, somewhere on the server - balance shakes.
This is no longer a hero, he is pure philosophy—"I don't die because I don't want to." His existence is a challenge to common sense. You can pick counters, stuns, build anti-heal—and he ignores all of it with a look that says, "It's too late, I'm already green."
Argus is like a bug that got a skin and a passive. He breaks the logic of teamfights, ruins any calculations. He charges in not to trade, but to demonstrate aura. He doesn't play with you, he just comes to show you that you're nobody.
He doesn't require skill; he requires faith. Faith that if you charge forward with your ultimate on, the world should bend to you. And it does. Not because it has to—but because it's Argus.
Balance in his presence is a myth. Counterplay is a legend. Hope is a meme. When he's on the field, the game turns into not a battle of minds, but a lottery called "maybe he won't press it now." But he will press it. He always presses it.
He doesn't need a nerf. He needs to be banished. Cleansed. Redrawn. Or at least his color needs to change. Because even visually, he screams: "I'm here to live forever." And he does. And you—don’t.
Original in Russian
Аргус — это не герой, это ошибка в коде, обернувшаяся дизайном персонажа. Просто представь: ты играешь, стараешься, позицинируешься, считаешь кулдауны — а потом приходит он. С лицом «я бессмертный, и мне норм». Он не дерётся, он просто ждёт, пока все вокруг устанут бить. Он не умирает, он уходит на перерыв. Каждый раз, когда он прожимает ульту, где-то на сервере баланс рыдает.
Это уже не герой, а чистая философия — «я не умираю, потому что не хочу». Его существование — вызов здравому смыслу. Ты можешь пикать контрпики, брать станы, собирать антихил — и всё это он игнорирует с видом «поздно, я уже зелёный».
Аргус — это как баг, которому дали скин и пассивку. Он ломает логику тимфайтов, рушит любые расчёты. Он врывается не для размена, а для демонстрации. Он не играет с тобой, он просто приходит показать, что ты никто.
Он не требует скилла, он требует веры. Веры в то, что если ты идёшь вперёд с включённой ультой, мир должен прогнуться под тебя. И он прогибается. Не потому что надо — а потому что это Аргус.
Баланс в его присутствии — это миф. Контрплей — легенда. Надежда — мем. Когда он на поле, игра превращается не в битву умов, а в лотерею под названием «а может, он сейчас не нажмёт». Но он нажмёт. Он всегда нажимает.
Его не нужно нерфить. Его нужно изгнать. Вычистить. Перерисовать. Или хотя бы сменить цвет. Потому что даже визуально он уже орёт: «я пришёл, чтобы жить вечно». И он живёт. А ты — нет.
To be fair, you need to have a really high IQ to understand the genius in Dr.House. The humour is extremely subtle and without a solid grasp of pathophysiology, most of the jokes go over the typical viewers head. There's also House's nihilistic outlook, which is deftly woven into his characterisation - his personal philosophy draws heavily from Waiting for Godot, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of these jokes, to realize that they're not just funny - they say something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who dislike Dr.House truly ARE idiots- of course they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the humour in House's existencial catchphrase "It's never lupus," which itself is a cryptic reference to Robbins and Cotran Pathologic Basis of Disease, I'm smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Hugh lauries genius unfolds itself on their television screens. What fools... how I pity them. 😂 And yes by the way, I DO have a Dr.House tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. It's for the twink's eyes only - And even they have to demonstrate that they're within 5 IQ points of my own (preferably lower) beforehand.