His fingers hovered over the keyboard. He thought of xX_WindGod_Xx. He thought of PrincessPeachFTW’s taunt. He thought of the years of grinding, of bad wind, of shots that missed by a single pixel.
It arced off the top of the screen, off the map entirely. Leo squinted. It kept going, a faint, luminous thread disappearing into the black void beyond the game’s skybox. He followed it with his cursor. It went on for what felt like miles, a trajectory that ignored all boundaries of the game engine. ddtank aimbot
And then a new line of code appeared. One he didn't type. The crosshair icon on his taskbar vanished. His fingers hovered over the keyboard