This is the story of a group of funny guys playing games...
From being the second best person in the world to being the third best person in the world.
The author was obviously mentally disturbed because of a bad cold. (No, when was she passing by?)
There may be some gibbering, but please don't worry. ╮(￣▽￣")╭
This may be a true story.
If there are any similarities, haha, hello, hold hands, comrade!
Are they considered colleagues?
... That would be considered a fan.
Formal text: This article is basically factual. There is no bloodshed (it's just a game), and there's no triangular war (it's all superficial). It was written on a night when I was struggling with a bad cold and insomnia.
Gone?
Gone!