The chat was moving too fast for Elias to read. It was a blur of green and white text, a digital cacophony of "GG," "EZ," and accusations written in all caps.
Jax sat in the silence of his room, the blue light of the monitor reflecting in his eyes. He looked at the 1.8.9 folder on his desktop. He realized that in his quest to never lose, he’d forgotten how to actually play. He deleted the mod, but the victory he’d chased for weeks suddenly felt like the biggest loss of all. aimbot mod 1.8.9
"Bro, your aim is insane," the chat popped up. Jax didn’t reply. The rush was intoxicating, but the guilt felt like a lead weight in his stomach. The Descent The chat was moving too fast for Elias to read
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