They met every night on Nuke, voices crackling through cheap headsets.
Alex smoked trophy; Ben held outers like it was sacred. Between clutches, they joked—bad aim, worse sleep schedules.

One round, it was a 1v2.
“Trust me,” Ben said.
Alex did.

They won. Silence followed, then laughter.
In a game about precision, it was the trust that kept them queuing together.

-rep betrayed me in slither io, never trust this guy

+rep would bang (no ♥♥♥♥)

+rep luv you mimo :*

+rep good trader!

+rep good trader!