“Accept.”
Not a virtual space. Not a loading screen. A hallway . Fluorescent lights. Beige cubicle walls. The smell of burnt coffee and stale vape smoke. And at the end of the hall, a door with a frosted glass window: . ms-gamingoverlay link
“You take the audit. You walk through that door. And you see what’s really matchmaking you against the same sweaty players every night.” “Accept