So, here I am, the unsung hero, Pos 5 Pudge.

Now, you’d think they’d understand. Midas on Pudge, unconventional, sure. But it’s all about that passive income, baby. I’m just doing Pudge things—wandering into the jungle with a dream and a Midas recipe.

As the minutes ticked by, I kept hooking, dismembering, and, oh yeah, pressing that golden hand of Midas every chance I got. The gold started flowing in like a river of inevitability. Towers fell, kills mounted, and our team, silenced by the efficiency of passive income.

Mid-game, I’m swimming in gold.

I’m just hooking and Midasing, trying to keep the dream alive.

The once cocky enemy team found their stride, and no amount of passive income could buy us the comeback we desperately needed. Hooks flew, dismembers landed, Lycan was howling in frustration, QOP was screaming in agony, and it was a losing battle. The ancient crumbled, the victory screen went to the other side, and there it was, my Midas in the end-game stats, mocking me.

Here I am, with a smile on my face, still chanting, “Passive income, baby!”