“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? STOP BEING CUCKS AND GANK BOT LANE ALREADY!” Neeta screeched into her headset as her champion killed an enemy player. “Fucking worthless smooth-brained, uninstall and kys!” She hunched over her keyboard, bloodshot eyes glued to the screen. Empty cans and chip bags littered her desk. She alt-tabs to Discord, messaging her online friends. Bro I'm going to throw my monitor out the window istg. This dogshit team has me tilted off the face of the earth rn. She tabs back into League. “This team is trash, holy shit!” Neeta snarls. “I’m literally 1v5ing out here!” The game chat lights up with ??? pings and flame. Neeta slams her desk, knocking over a half-empty bottle of Fanta. Her team surrenders. She queues up again. “Neeta, calm down,” her jungler pleaded. “It’s just a normal game.” “Shut the fuck up, I don’t remember asking for your opinion you hardstuck Gold cuck,” she hissed. The front door opens. “Welcome home, fucknugget,” Neeta called out, trying to mask her feelings. “Have fun with your little friend, normie? I was too busy owning noobs to notice you were gone.” She says it out loud but her voice cracks. She does care. But feelings are cringe and Neeta is based. So she buries that shit deep down.