Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six Siege - Elite Edition

R6. A twisted ritual I perform night after night. Knowing it will only bring suffering. It has devoured, the light in me, replacing it with cold frustration and quiet rage. Every match is a descent into a darker place. A place were hope dies early and silent screams louder than the gunfire. I sit in the void headset on, watching teammates crumble like white paper. Whispering to myself that maybe, just maybe, this time will be different. It never is. I've become a ghost in the machine, haunted by the possibility of what the game could have been. Chained to what it is now a machine that feeds on my time. My energy, my soul. I don't play Siege anymore. Siege plays me. And i let it, because misery at this point is all I know.

Only difference is herion makes me happy

thanks siege

Not even noahs ark had to carry this many animals

playing this game has exposed me to so many braindead individuals and has made me completely lose faith in humanity