Caster walked through the corridor listlessly.
'Adaptation my foot! He's useless! How can you lose 2-8 and call it adaptation?! At the very least, lose 4-6, not 2-8! Caster's an idiot!'
'He's underserving of Stinger of War, bring back our real captain! Guys, let's start a trend; bring back God Noah!'
'Bring back God Noah!'
'Bring back God Noah!'
'Bring back God Noah!'
As he walked, he could not help it, all the criticism online started flooding back into his head, pushing him into a mental dilemma.
Caster clenched his fists tightly, he hated this.
From a young age, Caster was always hailed as being talented. He was always better than his peers, he was always good with tech, and his APM was always better than his mates.
All the praise, all the applause cumulated and ending up building a superiority complex in him which exploded after he entered the pro scene.
