Muhib has grown up with games, molded by them, patched by their updates, and occasionally nerfed by life.

From late-night LAN parties to ragequitting ranked, he has been grinding since the early 2000s, back when dial-up and cheat codes ruled the world. Now, he’s swapped the flip phone for a mechanical keyboard and writes about games with the same intensity he once saved for boss fights.

He’s the type to analyze frame data, then still get jump-scared in a horror game. Be it climbing out of Silver in League of Legends, breaking parries in Sekiro, or dropping hot into Miramar with 20 HP and a frying pan; he’s been there, probably tilted, and definitely queued again.

But the games that stuck with him the most?

League of Legends

My toxic comfort zone, and I’m not proud, just loyal.

Hours played: 12890

Counter-Strike 2

Clean shots, dirty comms, and the purest form of clutch anxiety.

Hours played: 2850

Elden Ring

Died 37 times in a row and called it a character-building experience.

Hours played: 2000

Muhib’s library is a history of emotional damage, dopamine highs, and those weird 3AM “one more game” decisions. Every title has a story. Every story, a few questionable plays.

Outside the matches, Muhib’s always chasing performance. He geeks out over frame caps, thermal paste, and whether your headset’s imaging is actually helping your footstep tracking. His articles are built like good loadouts: optimized, tested, and brutally honest.

You’ll find him deep-diving new settings guides, reviewing the gear that actually matters, and sometimes writing love letters to games that hurt him emotionally (looking at you, Elden Ring).

He doesn’t claim to be the best; just the most chronically online.