Quote (HardyTarget @ Jan 21 2019 11:07am)
A softcore poem:
He enjoys being able to resurrect any time he wants.
Battle after battle, "I am immortal" - he chants.
He talks about iq, he thinks he's a man.
A hardcore player doesn't give a damn.
Unlimited lives, every enemy falls.
Where we go, you don't need balls.
Uber elder there, uber atziri here
I am softcore, why would I fear?
What is dying, is it food?
A softcore player will never get good.
My isp is crappy my computer sucks
Excuses after another, hardcore gives zero fucks.
"you use a macro!" he yells.
No proof, only bullshit - empty shells.
i hate hc but honestly at least 9/10 for this, good poem

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