Cranked your FOV to the point you can see three corners at once? Congrats. That’s more info than a console player gets all match. Yet somehow, you’re the one caught off guard. You blame aim assist while you’ve got a literal panoramic cheat code that they can’t match. You’re not

Every time you lose to a pad player, it’s “they’ve got advantage!” Yeah? Over Wi-Fi? With packet loss? Their controller signal’s bouncing round the living room like a bad radio station, and you’ve got a wired 1ms mouse. If you can’t close that gap, you don’t have a connection

PC gamers, this one’s for you, and not in the way you think. You’ve got the frames, the FOV, the wired perfection… and still cry about losing to someone on a sofa with stick drift. This six-part roast tears down every excuse in your arsenal. From the panoramic advantage you

Cronus this, XIM that. Meanwhile PC has wallhacks so detailed they can count an enemy’s ammo from across the map, aim scripts that snap faster than your excuses, and packet editing that would make a hacker blush. Stop pretending console cheats are the devil when you’re playing in

PC gamers whine about “legal aimbots” while running god-tier rigs with every possible advantage. We’re smashing the aim assist myth wide open and roasting the Karens who cry every time a pad player wipes them. youtu.be/rmu6ih_aSN4

Aim assist was built into console games so pad players could even compete with the raw precision of mouse and keyboard. You call it an aimbot because you lost a fight, yet you could use it yourself if you just plugged in a controller. But you won’t, because it’d ruin the sob

SBMM matches you with people at your skill level. If you’re holding a 1.0 KD in that environment, that’s already impressive. If you’re above that, there’s a chance you’re gaming the system. But nah, easier to pretend pad players are the only reason you’re stuck in neutral.

You could max out your gear, your graphics, your connection, your accessories, and still lose. And you know why? Because you can’t spec out skill. So you create a boogeyman, “legal aimbot”, so you don’t have to face the fact you got beat clean.

You’ll cry “console advantage” out one side of your mouth and flex your custom DPI, your macro keys, your side-button reloads out the other. You’re swimming in tech no console player could match, and you’ve still got the gall to cry foul.

Every time the aim assist debate flares up, it’s the same script. PC players waving their specs sheet like a magic wand, crying that “controllers have aimbots” while sat on tech that could run NASA. You’ve got FOV sliders that give you more vision than any console player will

If a one-handed gamer and a player with motor function difficulties can roll up with raw stick aim and ruin KB&M warriors, then no, aim assist is not the problem. The problem is you can’t admit someone with fewer tools just schooled you.

This isn’t about controllers vs mouse. It’s about the player. The better player wins, regardless of hardware. But blaming aim assist is easier than training your aim, learning positioning, or adapting. It’s the fast food of excuses, quick, cheap, and leaves you worse off in the

This video was amazing, learned a lot. 👍😎 youtu.be/wdApnoD8Mmc?si…

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