Viktor sat in silence. The server timer ticked toward 3 AM. Other players ran past him, shooting, dying, respawning. He typed one last message into the void:
Then I ban you, you make a new account, and you keep killing cops in server #72 until you get bored. But you won’t say no.
I’m not mad. I used to code aimbots in 2008. Called mine "Ghost." Even had a hesitation curve like yours.