The EU Player woke up groggy next to his 6 pack of empty Mountain Dew cans. He lifted his 400 pound frame off his bed wondering how many women he’d be able to harass on MB2 today when just then he remembered: today was the day. Today was the day he would finally get a chance to debate Shit tier sheep and slay their god in heaven. Excitedly, he got on his disability scooter and then into his X34 Landspeeder. He drove to his PC, scoffing every time he saw a white name and made sure to situate his fedora before he got out, parking in between two disability slots. When he entered, he got his PB Hax, and awaiting gamestate he thought "Sentinel Duel, the last enlightened place on Earth, will finally give me the attention I deserve and recognize me for my intelligence.” He entered the map where the shit tiers were running and spamming DFA. A cultist was standing next to them trying to recruit them. “This is it,” he thought, “this is where I own those shit tiers and achieve victory.” He boldly walked right next to the white name's side and just as the Cultist said “may Ragnos bless your soul,” he backwhacked them. The admin looked on him in shock, opening his mouth. “Yet another victory” he said, looking at everyone who were stricken with faces of horror. “I’m sure they’ve finally realized they're shit.” He opened the MB2 forums, excited by the prospect of the likes he was going to get by posting the video he took on Community Discussion.