Liam wasn’t always a pro. In fact, when he first downloaded *REMATCH*, he didn’t even know how to shoot. Bronze 3 was his domain—where aim was shaky, strategies were guesses, and victory was a rare visitor. But something about the game lit a fire in him. He wasn’t the fastest, or the flashiest, but he had one thing most didn’t: autism.
He’d come home from work and boot up. His friends teased him —*“Still Bronze?”*—but Liam didn’t care.
His instincts sharpened. He stopped reacting and started predicting. Gold came faster. Then Platinum. Then shockingly Diamond.
A small esports org offered him a spot on their roster.
He trained like it was a job because now, it was. He wasn’t just playing anymore. He was feared.
Commentators called him *"The Bronze King Turned Pro."* Fans wore jerseys with *LIAM* across the back. But he never forgot where he came from—every time he booted up, he remembered the laggy Bronze 3 lobbies, the frustration, the grind.

In the humble village of Squabbiton, where unique cravings and peculiar obsessions were as common as the mischievous moonlit sprites dancing at dusk, there lived a lad named Liam. Oh, the stories whispered through the aged branches of the Talking Trees of Liam's deep, unyielding love for chicken tendies! It was said that Liam's adoration for those crispy, golden delights could rival the ardency of a witches' coven grappling for a potion recipe. From the moment dawn kissed the meadows until the twinkling stars whispered their lullabies, the mere whiff of a perfectly seasoned tender could rouse young Liam from his deepest slumber, sending him on a quest through dappled forests and wizard-infested bazaars in search of the most succulent chicken tenders known to mortal realms. Ah, his devotion, equal parts fierce and foolish, spoke to the secret desires that lurk within us all, hiding in the nooks and crannies of our souls, where chicken tendies, indeed, hold a power difficult to resist.

Never gonna give you up. Never gonna let you down. Never gonna run around and desert you. Never gonna make you cry. Never gonna say goodbye. Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you.

Met this guy on Bumble. Said he was only after "friendship". Added me on Steam and kept sending me invites to play Bad Rats. I played one game in which he proceeds to use sexual innuendo at every opportunity, usually involving the rats from the game - very unsettling. Fast forward a few days of ignoring invites, I eventually decline to play verbally. He insults me and my family then deletes me off Discord. To cut a long story short never trust a guy from the UK who wears a baseball jersey.

Stole my tendies 0/10. Would not recommend.

This guy is Global Elite league on Worms Armageddon: Global Offensive.

+1 rep.