scout gang @inferno

Upon Inferno's map, a scout takes aim,
A weapon of precision, a shooter's acclaim.
With eagle eyes and nerves of steel,
A scout's wielder seeks the thrill to feel.

From T spawn's passage, a journey unfolds,
Through the veil of banana, where danger beholds.
A scout's heart beats, its chamber prepared,
To strike with precision, a fate to be shared.

As the sun casts its golden glow on mid,
The scout's crosshairs align, never to skid.
A pixelated world, where pixels decide,
The dance of snipers, where skill will preside.

In the shadow of arch, the scout's domain,
Its wielder glides, with grace untamed.
A flick of the wrist, a calculated shot,
The scout sings its song, a melody taught.

Through the smoke's curtain, a glimpse to catch,
A scout's eye pierces, through walls it can snatch.
Inferno's corridors, a playground for stealth,
A scout's bullet dances, leaving enemies bereft.

From pit to quad, a sniper's ballet,
A scout's precision on display,
With each shot fired, a story unfolds,
The scout's wielder, a legend to behold.

In the hands of a master, the scout becomes art,
A symphony of shots, tearing worlds apart.
Inferno's streets echo with awe and fear,
As the scout's marksman wipes enemies clear.

But let us not forget, amidst the thrill,
That battles are won with teamwork and skill.
A scout may be deadly, a weapon of pride,
But it takes a team, united, to stride.

So, fellow warriors, on Inferno's ground,
Let the scout's melody forever resound.
With patience and focus, let your aim ring true,
And victory shall be the prize for you.