The purest form of love may very well be that of two girls holding hands as each stares passionately into the other's eyes -- but if /u/'s namesake player is any indication, a divegrass player with the ball at their foot is a goddamn close second. The linchpin of /u/'s rejuvenated, out-for-blood offense, Purest Form of Love not only outscored /u/ stalwart and center forward Homucifer, but also achieved such in a streak stretching from /u/'s second game to their second Elite semi-final -- often as either the sole goal-scorer, carrying the team on her back; or as the breaker of a floodgate for /u/'s goalscoring effort. Make no mistake: /u/ are back in force, and with it, Purest Form of Love at the helm, reminding anon that his relationship with his hand (or animé body pillow) will never be quite as patrician.
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