Mirage, you saucy minx. You boyish bamboozler. You are probably the most legendest of all of the Apex Legends.
You’re an fool.
Or so that you’d have us imagine. Your character, a facade of stumbling pronunciation, pork chop obsession and horrible maths. It’s an act. The best trick the satan ever pulled was convincing the world he couldn’t rely.
You’re making fools of us all. When you’re not being attacked by birds.
You can go invisible, besides you possibly can’t. We all see that shimmer, however you’ve seen us seeing. You know your greatest tips are in plain sight.
Your decoys are dumber than you appear, however your enemies are worse. Off your foes trot, gambolling after projections that bumble in straight strains. Holograms, blown away by one bullet. It was sufficient to idiot the lots, for a time. But they’re getting sensible to you. So you get wiser.
Those decoys aren’t cannon fodder. They’re thoughts invasions.
You ship copies round corners, into buildings, into cowl, into tips that outlast their lifespan. You ship them into smoke, stood inventory nonetheless in cloaks simpler than your individual. Hidden, till they immediate panic.
Sights swivel to irrelevant terrain, whilst you sneak spherical their flanks. You dwell for that. The information that others don’t know. Knowing that you’ve them outsmarted.
Not that it’s at all times that hard.