Snipin's a bad job, mate.
It's difficult work, outta doors. I guarantee you will get backstabbed.
At the end of the day, long as there are three Snipers on the map, someone is gonna want some Sniper votekicked.
I- ye- I'm not switching to be Medic, man.
I'm a- Ye- Not a "camper", I'm an assassin! ...Well, the difference being one's a playstyle and the other's a 12-year-old playin' Call of Duty!
I'll be honest with ya: my teammates do not care for it.
I think this mate is a bot. (Instakills on killfeed) Yes, he is.
Feelins'? Look mate, you know who has a lot of feelings? Blokes that run screaming into the front lines with a flamethrower.
Tryhards have no standards.
Be annoying. Be repetitive.
Have a plan to taunt everyone you bodyshot.


A couple of years ago, one night, I was about to propose to my girlfriend when my roommate Joseph barged into the room out of nowhere, tripped and fell over, breaking a glass table with his face. Totally ruined the mood. Now, I didn't know Joseph THAT well, don't even remember where he was from, but let' just say I put my plans on hold to help him through his injuries. Joseph had ♥♥♥♥♥♥ big glass shard in his eye, making him completely blind in that eye. He was walking around with one of those cotton pads on his eye for a couple of months. Then suddenly, he disappeared, along with my girlfriend Apparently they'd bonded during the time after his injuries, and eloped together , left me behind without as much as a note. I tried to track them down, but never could. In conclusion, if it hadn't been for cotton eye Joe, I'd have been married a long time ago. Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from, cotton eye Joe?