Alright you fucking dorks.
I have a lot to say. I was heavily invested in this season and I... could not be more disappointed in this final 3. I think all three of you have some extremely, extremely poor social games.
One of you never said a word to me.
One of you never spoke to anyone who wasn't an ally.
One of you only said "Yeah" to me.
So, this is a tough one. It's a battle of halfwits if you want my vote.
So, let's get this started.
Justin - Why? Why do you even exist? You're like a sesame seed on a shitty burger. You're the insignificant of the insignificant. You're a tasteless, soulless, empty piece of nothing. You exist solely for the notion of existing. You were created in a laboratory to see how much of a boring piece of nothing they could create. If air had a flavor, it would taste like you. The fact that you exist actually hurts me so much. It genuinely offends me. So my question for you is: Why do you exist?
AJ - I honestly think that you think that you're a lot smarter than you actually are. You think you laid low and played this game out but you honestly sat around waiting to be told what to do. If not from me, Akshay, or Hufus, it was apparently by Ben. In neither circumstance were you ever in control of this game. Your sole purpose was to sheep. So own it and you have my vote. Has anyone ever told you that sheeping is a strategy? Because it is. Fucking own that.
Harry - What the fuck? Like, I'm sorry, excuse me: Pardon me: hold on: one second here: let me take a moment: WHAT THE FUCK? We're truly in the worst timeline where you, YOU! are the frontrunner to win this season. Speaking to you was like eating a rotten tomato. I would rather grind my teeth against a chalkboard while taking a warm, wet, plastic spoon up my ass than speak to you. I would rather watch paint dry after I watch the grass grow than speak to you. Speaking to you was a nightmare. I literally dreaded opening up your PMs. Your whole personality is that you say "Yeah" all the time.
And I honestly thought it was because you didn't like me, but apparently you did it to everyone. The reason people wanna see you win is because they hate the two people sitting next to you. That's great and all, but I hate you too! You were playing an obvious strategy and you were the most transparent player I've ever had the misfortune of playing against. In any season where the other players are smart, they get rid of you premerge. But no. I was genuinely fucking cursed to have to appeal to you as a swing vote for vote after vote after vote. I'm just so baffled at where we've come not only as tengaged group game players, but as a human race. In what universe do we reward this kind of social ineptitude?
I have a lot of questions: First of all, how dare you?
Everyone: rank the jurors based on how much you spoke to them.
Harry: rank the jurors based on how many "Yeah"s per message you sent to them
AJ: rank the jurors based on how many times you sucked their dicks
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