Luca’s heart pounded. He shouldn’t. But the score was still against him. He clicked .
NoobSmacker99 typed: “lag?”
Then he walked the ball into his own goal . Three times in a row. Own goal. Own goal. Own goal. Final score: 9–4. opmode haxball
“hax?” came the accusation.
His circle turned white. The ball began to orbit him like a moon. No matter what the opponents did—slide, block, swarm—the ball stuck to his hitbox. He walked calmly toward the goal, past a defender who clipped right through him. The goalkeeper dove. Luca stopped. Luca’s heart pounded