We are the stress incarnate.
Our hearts race, our hands shake, our crosshairs never miss.
Where panic strikes, we thrive. Where fear looms, we swing harder.

1 HP? 3 enemies? Zero mercy. That’s our playground.
Tilted? Perfect. Panic fuels precision.
We don’t calm down — we weaponize cortisol.

Enemies crumble under chaos, allies fear our intensity, and the scoreboard remembers only one name: Cortisol Deamons.

We are toxic, demonic, and unhinged.
Stress is our ally. Tilt is our game. Victory is inevitable… because panic is our power. 😈💀🎯