YOU DON’T OWN MID.
I OWN MID.
I’m not “fighting” for mid, I was born in mid. I sleep at mid. Mid is my religion, and I am its unholy prophet.
Do you understand what it means to log in to InvadedLands, see a thousand tryhards frothing at mid, and still W-Tap into the heart of chaos like a madman dancing on a landmine? I thrive there. I live off the panic in your eyes when you get tossed into the air like a plastic bag in a hurricane.
Your rod spam? Irrelevant.
Your full kits? Preposterous.
Your KD? Meaningless.
You are but a walking loot crate with bad ping and no helmet durability.
I strafe with my mind. I combo with pure spite. I pearl on you like I’m diving into a war crime and leave it covered in broken armor. You can't "gang up" on me — I am the gang. I’ve turned 3v1s into elegant, bloody ballets. When I log in, the sky darkens, the chat trembles, and the mods pray I don’t find them first.
I don’t “play” KitPvP. I haunt it.
And mid?
Mid belongs to me.
I OWN MID.
I’m not “fighting” for mid, I was born in mid. I sleep at mid. Mid is my religion, and I am its unholy prophet.
Do you understand what it means to log in to InvadedLands, see a thousand tryhards frothing at mid, and still W-Tap into the heart of chaos like a madman dancing on a landmine? I thrive there. I live off the panic in your eyes when you get tossed into the air like a plastic bag in a hurricane.
Your rod spam? Irrelevant.
Your full kits? Preposterous.
Your KD? Meaningless.
You are but a walking loot crate with bad ping and no helmet durability.
I strafe with my mind. I combo with pure spite. I pearl on you like I’m diving into a war crime and leave it covered in broken armor. You can't "gang up" on me — I am the gang. I’ve turned 3v1s into elegant, bloody ballets. When I log in, the sky darkens, the chat trembles, and the mods pray I don’t find them first.
I don’t “play” KitPvP. I haunt it.
And mid?
Mid belongs to me.