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I met the "Big Titty Bandit" in Lethal Company. Normal run. Good teamwork. No red flags. Just a seemingly regular gamer who knew how to grab loot and not die immediately. Over the next few months we're running games, joking around, talking almost daily. At some point I suggest a Lethal Company LAN night at my place and Bianca says yes.
Fast forward to the day of the LAN.
Instead, a 47-year-old man enters my home like a surprise miniboss encounter. He chugs a Mountain Dew Code Red and unplugs his bluetooth headphones and unleashes Creed at a volume that violates multiple zoning laws.
My living room instantly becomes a cursed facility. He pounced on me like a panther, started ripping my shirt off and nibbling on my ear. I tried to push him off but his skin was coated in layers of sweat. Eventually, I was able to push him off and 1 tap him.
Ultimately, Bianca never existed. Just a full-on fabricated identity of a fat gay man. NEVER TRUST THIS PERSON!