Dear Good Old Marvel Contest of Champs,

It’s been years. Being in global top 500-1000 prestige is no real life sacrifices, emotionally and financially. Despite all the great and fun memories, the feeling of despise and traumatic fears grow. It’s the lack of hope and belief. I’m not a hater. I’m well aware of my personal consequences positively or negatively for my precious time on your screen. But what I can never understand/feel is the true and deep down feelings or actual love you have for us. So many whys but slowly, naturally they perish. Just spreading my feelings here as a 5-6y whale player.
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Shortened it for you.
Y’all can kinda see the actual issues here? My bad. It’s not all Kabam I suppose, some of the NPCs here are quite… well, NPC. Lmao. Made me laugh hard. Preciate the edgestreak energy! Bye bye mwah~