Crazy Hot Chicken · Field Report · Group 1 · Erangel. TOYO COOKED EVERYONE ERANGEL. DEATH ZONE OPEN. SHOT FROM NOWHERE. NRG ORCHESTRATED A MEAT GRINDER. TOYO SETTLING DEBTS. FINAL CHAOS. ROC_sxntastico fragged NW_slabyy with Mini14 (89 m). NW_gloock77 fragged SCAM_J4M with Mk12 (144 m). 55PD_sweezy fragged DUEL_pentalol with M416 (50 m). TL_CowBoi fragged WORM_Its_Nlan with AUG (47 m). FLC_TGLTN fragged FATE_xennny with Mini14 (391 m). NRG_beNja fragged ROC_sxntastico with Mk12 (175 m). WORM_miksUU fragged 55PD_KerakTMz with M416 (58 m). TL_luke12 fragged GodL_Tny7 with Mk12 (205 m). GodL_Superlfp1 fragged PEST_JoShY with AUG (29 m). NW_gladiador fragged FATE_xennny with M249 (356 m). FATE_TimFee fragged SCAM_gats with AUG (81 m). WOLF_hwinn fragged DUEL_Balefrost with M249 (175 m). WOLF_Snakers fragged DUEL_Woo1y with AUG (220 m). FLC_Gustav fragged SCAM_Bizzler with Grenade (45 m). WOLF_hwinn fragged DUEL_Myca with M249 (123 m). TL_diyy fragged ROC_cauan7zin with Mk12 (117 m). PEST_K
TOYO COOKED EVERYONE
ERANGEL
Group 1 · PAS2
Crazy Hot Chicken · Field Report · Group 1 · Erangel
DEATH ZONE OPEN
Studio, studio! It's a total disaster here. Players are scattered across the map like flies on rotten meat. The whistle of bullets is drowning out even my own screaming.
Crazy Hot Chicken on the line... I don't know how I'm still alive, but it's getting interesting here.
"The horror... the horror."
SHOT FROM NOWHERE
Studio, studio! Someone just flew in from 391 meters. It was so fast that the victim didn't even realize where it came from. I almost lost my head, but that was an incredible shot.
"I am the god of death."
TOYO SETTLING DEBTS
Studio, studio! TOYO burst into the final phase like lunatics. Grenades, lead, screams — I barely managed to jump into a ditch. They aren't leaving anyone a chance; it's just embarrassing for those who were nearby.
"There are no survivors. Only witnesses."
FINAL CHAOS
This is the end. TOYO just ran over everyone who was moving. I'm sitting in the bushes, surrounded by smoke, fire, and the smell of burnt rubber. Only the toughest survived, and well, me, by a miracle.
"Say goodnight to the bad guy!"
SUMMARY
If you're looking for me, I'm in the nearest cornfield washing blood off my sneakers, while these winners are already drinking champagne from a trophy helmet.
