u/Conscious-Use9772

It is a scam site. While it has some interesting websites, it sometimes redirects me to scams. It runs fine for a few minutes then it redirects me to a scam site. It wasn't it a few months ago!!!

Of late, I did converse with a maiden regarding HSR within a sumptuous eatery, yet the discourse took a dire turn. She inquired most bluntly: "Pray, which team dost thou play the most?" At the utterance of this query, mine heart did constrict, and a great panic seized me, causing me nearly to choke. Thus, I did respond: "Verily, the one hath garnered favor of late?" In her eyes, I discerned a fleeting glimmer of delight. "Oh? Hyperbreak? I am most fond of hyperbreak." Instantly, I endeavoured to explicate. "Nay—" "And what of FUA?" "Alas, I—" "Acheron? She is not without merit." "In truth, that also doth not suffice..." At this juncture, my visage was cast down, my head bowed in shame. I dared not raise mine eyes, for I was drenched in sweat, and the air was thick with awkwardness, such that my trembling feet might have penetrated the marble floor. "Thou dost engage in mono quantum? Verily, 'tis hard to avow that so openly." Her countenance bore astonishment. In this present age, they who play 4 quantum are but a sparse few. Either they cling to ancient hopes, overdosing on delusion, or their wits are altogether unhinged. A most pitiful lot. I felt her empathetic gaze upon my nape, shaking me to the core, akin to the anguished 50/50s I have suffered to Welt Yang and Yanqing for my characters. My cheeks burned, my breath grew labored, and mine thoughts became muddled. I fought with all mine strength to still my quaking limbs, biting my teeth to utter the forthcoming words. This effort drained the last of my resolve: "Not that either!" These words emerged withered from mine lips, barely more audible than a pin's drop upon a dancefloor. Yet, I swear, this was the loudest I could muster at that moment. I lifted mine eyes, only to witness her visage transform entirely. A brief, dreadful silence ensued. "Then... which team dost thou play? I believed the game contained but these teams?" Each syllable she spoke struck me as hammers nailing down the final pegs upon my frail heart's coffin. I was left in a state of awe, mine very soul torn by the acuteness of her speech. Then, I could endure no more. Alongside my words, there flowed forth a few resolute yet sorrow-laden tears from the corner of mine eye. "I engage in DoT, I play DoT teams." At the utterance of that abbreviation, the discourse around us ceased, leaving me to drown in the silence betwixt my sporadic sniffles. Feeling the pitiful gazes of passersby encircling me, I felt akin to an orphan dragging a wounded form, begging for alms upon the streets of Belobog. I concealed my visage within mine hands, too mortified to allow any to witness mine misery. She turned to take her leave. At this juncture, tears already having washed my face, I was upon the ground, mine arms grasping her ankles, not daring to relinquish my hold. I was a jester in the eyes of those around me. The final words I did utter ere being dragged away by the guardians of order into unconsciousness were spoken in that very moment. "So what if mine damage be low? 'Tis not unplayable! Anon shall it be good! The developers shall craft an environment fair, and bestow blessings upon it!"