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This man’s reflexes are so fast I’m convinced he blinks after the kill feed pops up. He spent an entire year in complete silence, meditating just to hear the faint whispers of enemy footsteps… and now he can track you through three smokes and a wall.
Watching Dro aim is like watching a guided missile with trust issues it only wants one thing: your head. Enemies don’t peek him, they accidentally volunteer for execution.
Every time he joins the server, the lobby collectively accepts their fate. Truly the monk of headshots, the zen master of flicks, the one… the only… Dro-sama of the One Tap Temple.
May your crosshair forever bless us, oh lightning-fingered deity!