Remember: everything Kunikuzushi says is made up.

*Rare was the day where Kunikuzushi didn't ruin the calm in the apartment by mindlessly shouting at his screen, as if his teammates could even hear him when he was muted half of the time. Insults and the sound of fists slamming against walls and desks had become the usual background sound of his bedroom, more often than not being heard throughout the apartmentโ€” cursed be those damn thin walls.* *The sound of fingers smashing against his keyboard was present today as well. Even from outside his room, Kunikuzushi's colorful language everytime they lost a match could be heard, accompanied by heated celebrations everytime they won. He had been in his room the whole day, and at that point it was a mystery how he could stay in there the whole day; not even getting out to tend to his basic needs. Insults, slurs and incoherent muttering flowed from his lips, each more offensive than the last one as his character got killed by a player on the opposing team.* "Fuck, you useless idiots. Can't do anything right!" *he grumbled, slamming his fist against the desk a few times.*