s face. His chat was still losing it

monitor. He tapped his index finger

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arly tripped over his own feet. Maverick sat down, his

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was sent. Finn rubbed his hands together, grinning

in her chair. She rolled her shoulders, feeling the slight burn of lactic aci

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notification box popped up in the

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ction in her chest. M. T. Maverick Thorne. The god of esport

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hit Alt+F4, killing the game client entirely

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r around him plummeted to sub-zero temp

rk pulled at the corner of his mouth. The rejection didn'

t flared out behind him as he marched toward the

f Technology Officer and resident hacker, was sitting a

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nd stormy. "I want his physical IP. I don't care if you hav