I start my journey on a normal day when i realize with 2 days left in the official FFR tournament until the next round that i haven't put up a good enough score yet. I realized this when my friend lumphoboextreme gave me a call. So i got on my mothers laptop and began to play. for some reason something was wrong with the laptop and it was lagging more than usual, but i figured... I'm mexican mafia, i'll play through it. I finished the song with 2 goods and figured it would be enough to go to the next round. when i got to the thread i saw players like waffle and coolboyrulez0 who i have played and destroyed in multiplayer time and time again that AAA'd this song. Along with many other players that no ones ever heard of. So i moved to my desktop thinking well im going to need less lag to AAA and beat the cheaters but my desktop was recently upgraded to vista. So i took a walk up to my friend lumphoboextreme's house and tried all three of his computers. The first one was vista, the second one was also vista, and the third one the internet was down. Now i'm no scrub and i realized FFR wasn't the most important thing in the world and lumphoboextreme and I had a previous engagement to do fireworks night at my brothers baseball game.
To get to the game we had to ride our razors on a 30 minute ride through a trail and forest in the pitch black at 10:30 at night. We began the epic journey screeching the breaks going down steep hills and swerving around cars. We finally reached the trail and realized the cops had been patroling it because kids had been riding on it past the curfew. Once we entered the trail we were trapped with trees all around us. We rode as fast as we could for 15 minutes until Steve's (lumphoboextreme's) tire exploded and split half due to the heat generated from the ride. I gave him my scooter and ran the rest of the way carrying his because he was too out of shape to truck it. I ran for another 15 minutes only to arrive too late for the fireworks and people were getting in their cars ready to leave. The game had started early. After running back home we stopped at Sean's house (a privileged hacker). We figured he had a computer i could use. He suggested hacking the score but lumph and i weren't going to resort to sinking to the other competitors levels. It turned out his computer had slight water damage and i was unable to play from it.
This was all due to the large amount of cheaters allowed to play in FFR especially big tournaments such as this. The moderators are too busy booting players like lumph, who has proved he wasn't a cheater at the convention, instead of finding the real cheaters themselves.
To get to the game we had to ride our razors on a 30 minute ride through a trail and forest in the pitch black at 10:30 at night. We began the epic journey screeching the breaks going down steep hills and swerving around cars. We finally reached the trail and realized the cops had been patroling it because kids had been riding on it past the curfew. Once we entered the trail we were trapped with trees all around us. We rode as fast as we could for 15 minutes until Steve's (lumphoboextreme's) tire exploded and split half due to the heat generated from the ride. I gave him my scooter and ran the rest of the way carrying his because he was too out of shape to truck it. I ran for another 15 minutes only to arrive too late for the fireworks and people were getting in their cars ready to leave. The game had started early. After running back home we stopped at Sean's house (a privileged hacker). We figured he had a computer i could use. He suggested hacking the score but lumph and i weren't going to resort to sinking to the other competitors levels. It turned out his computer had slight water damage and i was unable to play from it.
This was all due to the large amount of cheaters allowed to play in FFR especially big tournaments such as this. The moderators are too busy booting players like lumph, who has proved he wasn't a cheater at the convention, instead of finding the real cheaters themselves.
lets be internet buddies. 
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