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In the lawless days of early competitive 6v6 TF2, before team strategies were drilled into every aspiring soldier’s skull, before coaches begged their roamers to "play smart," there was one man who spat in the face of common sense. His name was Bartholomew "Yolo" Rocket, and his playstyle was less "roaming soldier" and more "human missile with brain damage." While traditional roamers played to create space, coordinate bombs, and survive for the next engagement, Bartholomew did none of that. He would roll out with Gunboats, rocket jump straight past mid fight, and appear behind the enemy combo before his team even arrived. "He's feeding," they cried. "Roamers don’t go for med picks at 200 HP with no backup!" But Bartholomew didn’t care. He wasn’t here to live. He was here to send a message. And that message was: if I die, I take someone with me.