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I mean, little shit like this is why Fahzix got picked up, right? He never had insane mechanics, but every time I watch him stream…

    It started out as a copypasta for Fahzix (Overwatch pro player) from a 200IQ clip of him using D.va’s bomb to boop himself to high-ground.

    Fahzix

    I mean, little shit like this is why Fahzix got picked up, right? He never had insane mechanics, but every time I watch him stream he displays an incredible amount of not just gamesense but "game knowledge", if that makes sense. He knows every little trick/quirk about the characters he plays (and sometimes those he doesn't play, as evidenced by this clip), how and when these things can be used, and just a general intricacy in everything he does. Still remember getting my mind blown watching him use D.va bomb to get high ground as Zen in transcendence

    Viol2t

    I mean, little shit like this is why Viol2t got picked up, right? He never had insane mechanics, but every time I watch him stream he displays an incredible amount of not just gamesense but "game knowledge", if that makes sense. He knows every little trick/quirk about the characters he plays (and sometimes those he doesn't play, as evidenced by this clip), how and when these things can be used, and just a general intricacy in everything he does. Still remember getting my mind blown watching him use Sound Barrier to get to spawn as Lucio in a finals match

    Navy Seals pasta but in Welsh

      Its the Navy Seals copypasta but in Welsh. Welsh are an ethnic group and nation native to Wales.

      Be'r ffwc nes di ffycin deud amdanaf, y bitch bach? Wnai gad ti wybod gorffennais top o fy dosbarth yn yr morlai nevi, a dwi di bod yn rhan o nifer o raidiau gyfrinachol ar Al-Quaeda, hefo dros 300 o lladdoedd wedi ei cadarnhau. Dwi di cael fy hyfforddu mewn rhyfela gwylliaid ac fi yw'r sneipar gorau yn yr holl US lluoedd arfog. Rwyt ti'n dim byd i fi ond targed arall. Wnai mopio chi y ffyc allan hefo fanylrwydd mewn ffyrdd sydd heb wedi cael ei gweld ar y ddaear o'r blean, nodi fy ffycin geiriau. Ti'n meddwl gelli di cael i ffwrdd hefo dweud pethau cachu fel yna dros y we i fi? Meddyliwch eto, y ffycar. fel dani'n siarad dwi mewn cyswllt hefo fy rhwydwaith cyfrinachol o ysbiwyriau ar draws yr USA a mae eich ISP yn cael ei tracio rwan so dylech paratoi am y storm, cynrhon. Y storm neith croeso allan y peth pathetig ti'n galw dy bywyd. Ti'n ffycin ded, plentyn. dwi'n gallu bod yn unrhywle, ar unrhyw adeg, a dwi'n gallu lladd ti mewn dros saith cant o ffyrdd, a hwne hefo jyst fy llaw. Nid ydw wedi cael fy hyfforddi mewn ymladd unarmed yn unig, ond mae gennai mynediad i'r holl arsenal yr Marine Corps Unol Daleithiau a wnai defnyddio fo i'w raddau llawn i mopio eich pen ol annifyr i ffwrdd y gwyneb yr cyfandir, y cachwr bach. Os byse chi di gallu gwybod pa dial an-sanctaidd byse eich sylwad "chlyfar" yn mynd i ddod, wrach base chdi di dal eich ffycin dafod. Ond roeddech chi methu, a wnesd chi ddim, a rwan ti'n talu'r pris, y goc-oen. Wnai cachu gynddaredd drostoch a wnei di boddi ynddo. Ti'n ffycin ded, kiddo.

      Dont pull for Wriothesley

        Wriothesley copypasta

        Its the “Don’t buy the Renegade skin if you respect OG Fortnite players” copypasta but changed to Wriothesley from Genshin due to how long it took for his rerun to happen.

        Dont pull for Wriothesley

If you want to respect the OG players who had Wriothesley previously, dont pull for wriothesley. Having wriothesley is something that only og players should have, it is a sign that they didnt wait for the hydro archon and pulled instantly. Respect the OG

        Youngsters…back in my days we didn’t have the luxury of seeing them titties on a whim

          Youngsters…

Back in my days we didn’t have the luxury of seeing them titties on a whim

We’d take binoculars and lie down in an abandoned barn JUST to see Mindy Jackson’s armpits, when she was milking cows. And nooo, we had no ‘phones’, we had to MEMORIZE (!) everything!!! We were not ‘jorking peanits’, we were jacking off like beasts! Like real men, when America was not a joke like it’s now

We were hunters in the night, we were the apex predators, we were THE danger. That’s how real men grew up and that’s what current generation is missing

Not funy meme (totally sucks 👎) and I deported your account to the moderation

          Do not fuck with gamers.

            Do not fuck with gamers.

We're forged by endless boss battles against impossible odds.

We do not give up.

We do not stop.

We are the terminators of the culture wars.

            I’ve been a server for a few years now, and I’ve seen it all—good tippers, bad tippers

              Its a wholesome story of a server who accepted criticism and did better that started on Facebook and is reposted everywhere else. 

              I’ve been a server for a few years now, and I’ve seen it all—good tippers, bad tippers, the ones who stack their plates like they’re helping, and the ones who leave their tables looking like a tornado hit. But this one? This was new.

It was a slow Tuesday night, and I had a table of two—a couple who seemed pleasant enough. I gave them my usual service: took their order with a smile, checked in once or twice, refilled their drinks, and brought the check.

When I came back to clear the table, I noticed they hadn’t left a tip. Instead, scrawled on the receipt in big, bold letters were two words:

“Do better.”

I stared at it, dumbfounded. At first, I was pissed. Do better? I wasn’t rude, I got their food out in time, and they ate every bite without a single complaint. What more did they want?

I vented to my coworkers in the back. “Can you believe this? No tip, just ‘do better.’ Who does that?”

Some agreed it was rude, others shrugged it off. But as the night went on, the words stuck with me. Do better.

Maybe it was just meant to be an insult, but what if it wasn’t? What if it was a challenge?

I decided right then—I was going to take the advice.

The next shift, I paid attention like never before. I greeted guests with extra enthusiasm. I learned the names of my regulars. I anticipated needs before they asked, kept drinks topped off, and made sure every dish was exactly how they wanted it. I even studied the menu more so I could make the best recommendations.

Days turned into weeks, and something surprising happened—I started getting more tips. Bigger ones. Customers remembered me, requested my section, and left glowing reviews. Even my manager took notice and gave me better shifts.

One night, another couple came in, ordered dinner, and chatted with me throughout their meal. When they left, I grabbed the receipt, half-expecting the usual 15-20%. But this time, there was a note that read:

“Best service we’ve had in a long time. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

And right below it? A 50% tip.

I smiled, tucking the receipt into my apron.

Whoever had written “Do better” that night—I’ll never know if they meant it as a dig or a push. But either way, I took it, ran with it, and I did better.

And it paid off.