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Barroth, that jizzy mud flinging was awful and your incessant ramming was problematic but we popped your mud armour off and nabbed your drops. 

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Conflicted chap. We sheltered from the rain together and shared canned tuna and then you axed my chest in whilst declaring your love for me.

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Bungie took us to the moon. GMT+8 confirmed I wouldn’t last long. See you in september, lunar skybox.

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Devil Walker. We went at your legs and then your robot brainbox. It took forever and every second of it was a ghost in the shell thrill.

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Seth. That robot armour is a delight but I can’t look past your endless throws & teleports. Gief’ing you never gets old, you big Krang twat.

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Jerusalem. You gave me faith and accepted my expansion but then England got serious so I had to raze you to the ground. Soz.

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Black Knight. I blamed input lag and hitboxes and all sorts of twat but the game is perfect and so was your departure. See you again I guess.

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Massive painting. I came close to have a gander, you smouldered black and cursed me silly. Dark Souls.

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First Jump. I’ve tackled you a handful of times but on this occasion the PC shift to 60FPS was my undoing. Even improvements have teething periods.

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Your hexagonal hyper walls haven’t changed one bit. At least I don’t have to light bonfire’s between bouts of insta-death here.