What the ♥♥♥♥ did you just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ post about me, you little f2p? I’ll have you know I've won over 500 payload maps, and I’ve been involved in numerous Highlanders, and I have over 50 confirmed Genuine First Place Highlander Tournament medals. I am trained in advanced Scout mindgames and I am credit to team. You are nothing to me but just another Ghastly Gibus-toting f2p. I will wipe you the ♥♥♥♥ out with Strange Festive Scattergun precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this game, mark my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Genuine First Place Highlander Tournament medals. You think you can get away with typing that ♥♥♥♥ to me over the chatbox? Think again, f2p ♥♥♥♥♥♥. As we type I am contacting my secret network of BLU Spies across the pl_waste and you are being keylogged right now so you better prepare for the hacking, you Pyrovision Goggle-toting ♥♥♥♥♥. The hacking that wipes out the pathetic untradeable items you call a backpack. You’re ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Level 9001 Vintage Ban Hammered, f2p. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my Level 42 Strange Festive Holy Mackerel. Not only am I extensively trained in advanced Scout mindgames, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Valve quality weaponry and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your f2p ass off the face of the game, you little noob. If only you could have known what premium account retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ fingers. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price you wouldn't be able to trade for anyways, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ f2p. I will ♥♥♥♥ Fish Kills all over you and you will be humiliated in it. You’re ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, noob.