P0l3c4t
When a techno redneck gets spammed by script kiddies in Wolfenstein: Enemy Territory until they’re just a pile of frustration and bad decisions.
My friend tried to be cool in the server. Now he’s just a pile of trash and a broken mouse.
I got P0l3c4t’d by some kid in the lobby. Now I just yell at my screen.
My brother tried to flex. Now he’s just a meat sack with no dignity.