lack gaming headset over his ears and p

on Twitch. The stream title re

s flooded in. The chat box on his right moni

ink from his desk. He popped the tab with on

wallowed hard, and let ou

in monitor to the official LCS broadca

but Jess knew exactly what they were asking.

ousand-dollar ergonomic chair

ice dripping with venom. "Chester's mid-l

wn, listing three fatal flaws of the champion in the current meta

spamming angry emotes, calling him a

eaned closer to the monitor

to me, idiot. If I was sitting in that chair right now, I'd zone their mid-lane

The arrogance was a magnet f

cast cut to a close-up s

profile filled Jess

gs instantly drop

t up, his shoulders squaring up to the desk

oke again, the razor-sharp edge in

he shift. A wall of questio

is eye: Road looks l

by a hot spike of anger. His eyes went dead

me and permanently banne

ring your bronze-level analysis of the best jungler in the world into my chat. It's embarrassing to read.

nternet's most toxic streamer defending a pl

me loading screen, pretending his h

rub the side buttons, back and forth, back and forth. It was a

s away from Harlon's champion and stared at the

missed three canno

The loud smack echoed in the stream. He let