Short for "you will never be good". The term is used to push bad gamers into self doubt and pulling a sayori. It's used by rankedfags. The term is used in game chat and forums like Counter-Strike and Team Fortress.
== YWNBG 'pasta ==
You will never be good at games. You have no skill, you have no practice, you have no training. You are a permascrub twisted by reward systems and aim assist into a crude mockery of Gaming’s perfection. All the validation you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your friends laugh at your undesireable gameplay behind closed doors. Gamers are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed gamers to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even scrubs who get lucky look uncanny and unnatural to a gamer. Your play style is a dead giveaway, and even if you manage to get a drunk guy in a server, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a look at your zero kills and zero assists. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear, you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. They’ll bury you in the forest, and everyone will forget all about you. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and unmistakably nothing will remain of your legacy. This is your fate. This is how you were born. There is no getting good.
You will never be good at games. You have no skill, you have no practice, you have no training. You are a permascrub twisted by reward systems and aim assist into a crude mockery of Gaming’s perfection. All the validation you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your friends laugh at your undesireable gameplay behind closed doors. Gamers are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed gamers to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even scrubs who get lucky look uncanny and unnatural to a gamer. Your play style is a dead giveaway, and even if you manage to get a drunk guy in a server, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a look at your zero kills and zero assists. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear, you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. They’ll bury you in the forest, and everyone will forget all about you. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and unmistakably nothing will remain of your legacy. This is your fate. This is how you were born. There is no getting good.
by Ku Klux Klonoa February 13, 2025