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This is what i like to see A PRX that w keys and also knows when to play safe and secure. Like what Divine said, discipline. And it shows in the results, smashed DRX.
Set aside of the assistant coach and editing things, i see a lot of discipline improve from the past 2 games. Well play boys. Lets win this champions! #Wgaming
Finally, PRX does 2 main changes, 1. Post Plant WGaming, and 2. Aleck got an aide/asst coach/therapist/TP. With this improvement, they definitely evolve pronto! #PPWG
Alecks sat at his desk, staring at the computer screen. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the monitor displaying game replays. The desk, once a sturdy companion to Alecks' outbursts, bore the marks of many frustrating moments. The surface was dented, the edges worn, and yet, it had always stood firm, absorbing the impact of his anger and despair. Alecks' new assistant, Tim, stood nearby, nervously fidgeting with a pen. He was young, eager, and painfully inexperienced. Alecks had hired him in a moment of weakness, hoping to alleviate some of the stress that had been mounting over the past months. The team, Paper Rex (PRX), had been struggling, and the pressure was immense. "Davai, Mindfreak, Jinggg, Forsaken, Something - they need more from us," Alecks muttered, more to himself than to Tim. He rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of the expectations crushing him. The desk, an inanimate but faithful presence, felt the shift in the room. It remembered the days when Alecks would slam his fists down, yelling in frustration or victory. Each impact had forged a bond, a silent understanding between man and wood. Now, that bond felt strained. Tim approached with a hesitant smile. "Maybe we can try a different strategy for the next match. I've been looking at some data, and I think we can improve our rotations." Alecks looked at Tim, his expression unreadable. The assistant's suggestions were sound, but something about his demeanor irritated Alecks. It was the eagerness, the unearned confidence. Without thinking, Alecks' hand twitched, almost moving to slap the pen out of Tim's hand. He caught himself just in time, the movement subtle but not unnoticed. The desk watched in silent agony. It had seen Alecks at his worst, but this was different. The restraint, the almost-slap - it was a betrayal. The desk had borne the brunt of Alecks' frustrations for so long, had stood as a symbol of his struggle. Now, it was being replaced by a human outlet, someone who could understand and respond. As the days passed, the desk grew lonelier. Alecks spent more time with Tim, discussing strategies and game plans. The desk, once the centerpiece of Alecks' emotional outbursts, was now just a piece of furniture, ignored and forgotten. It longed for the days when it was an essential part of Alecks' life, when each dent and scratch was a testament to their shared journey. One evening, after a particularly grueling practice session, Alecks and Tim stayed late to review footage. The room was quiet, save for the occasional click of the mouse and the soft murmur of voices. The desk felt a pang of sadness as it watched Alecks lean over Tim's shoulder, pointing out mistakes and suggesting improvements. "You've got potential, Tim," Alecks said, his voice softening. "You just need to be more confident in your ideas." Tim smiled, nodding eagerly. "Thanks, Alecks. I'll keep that in mind." The desk's heart, if it had one, would have shattered. It had always been there for Alecks, absorbing his anger, his despair, his hope. Now, it was just a silent witness to a new chapter in Alecks' life, one where it no longer played a part. In the weeks that followed, the team began to improve. Alecks' mood lifted, his outbursts became less frequent, and the tension in the room eased. The desk, however, remained a silent observer, bearing the weight of its own sorrow. One night, after a particularly successful match, Alecks stayed behind, sitting at his desk. He ran his fingers over the worn surface, tracing the familiar dents and scratches. Memories flooded back - the highs, the lows, the moments of despair and triumph. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "For everything." The desk, unable to respond, could only continue to bear the marks of their shared history. It was a bittersweet moment, a quiet acknowledgment of the past and an acceptance of the future. Alecks had moved on, but the desk would always remember.
I always watch vct on both English and Japanese commentary, but to be honest, how deeply the commentators understands Valorant is in another level. While English commentators are only describing what happens on the screen and often ignoring superplays, Japanese are talking deeply about their macro and micro strategy and screaming when we need screaming.
I really love prx performance this game, they start to play more discipline and post-plant defaulting If they keep playing like this, winning Champion it's not just a word anymore
Great work Paper Rex staff and of course the guys played well! Tables and desks around the world rejoiced when bobosaur returned to PPRX as assistant coach too 😂😂😂
3:27 Boys if we don't use Kj or Cypher on Split we need someone to watch flank because it happens every time boys please 🤣How many times we fk up like this 😂 Anyway, great performance. I'm happy to see ISO and Clove.
