Whenever I headshot someone with Jett's knives, I feel like God's gift to Earth. There's something immeasurably satisfying about clicking on an agent's head and receiving not one, not two, but FIVE knives back. That knife icon in the kill feed? Yeah, that was me. I did that. I popped my ultimate and went INSANE on a kid. The person on the other end of my knife? Heh. You know the type. Always complaining on Reddit about Jett's abilities. Probably mains Sage and bottom frags every game. Couldn't be me. Heck, when I pop my knives, it's a ritual. I put on my favorite power gaming playlist on Spotify and get to work. Peek mid. I dare you. I'll be running back and forth and bhopping with intent. If I catch a sliver of your player model in my field of view, you're dead, bucko.

Every time I get a kill with my knives, my team is hyping me up. What's that? Our quiet Viper hops in the team chat for the first time. Exclaiming loudly and with pride in his voice, I hear him yell "JETT DIFF". Yeah, we're doing it fucking huge. The game's momentum has shifted in our favor. We're on an eco round. I just scored my goons a free gun. I tell my Skye to flash me in. I've got the confidence. These aim duels? Well, you better believe I'm coming out on top. I caught the heaven player slipping -- silly kid, I've got an updraft with your name on it. Your elo? I'm just here to take it. I GET MINE.