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There’s a man named Frank. Frank doesn’t play CS2. Frank AFKs. Every match. Without fail. Frank spawns, moves one step, then vanishes like a ghost into the abyss. The team is left to fight the enemy while Frank’s camera angle is just... staring at a wall. Why? Because Frank’s deep in a personal mission. Maybe he’s outside smoking a joint. Maybe he’s in the bathroom fixing his leaky sink. Who knows? Frank has priorities—weed and plumbing—and no ranked match is going to stand in the way of his true calling. When he comes back, he types in chat: “Yo, sorry, I was unclogging the toilet. BRB.” But no worries, Frank’s always back just in time for the round to end, not contributing a single thing. A true legend of AFK-ery, teaching us all that sometimes, the best move is to do absolutely nothing and let the weed and the pipes guide your destiny.