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In the digital alleys of Counter-Strike 2,
SwekeIt’s tactics brew.
Under the cloak of night and fog,
He moves unseen, a rogue demagogue.
With each step, the tension grows,
His actions prompt his team’s woes.
He laughs as chaos unfolds in his wake,
Till his own team’s victory is at stake.
Now a report I craft, with details so keen,
Of SwekeIt, on mischief keen.
To the admins I plea, with evidence strong,
In this game of skill, his antics belong.
May they see the grief he sows in his play,
And restore fair combat to our virtual fray.
With justice swift, and response so keen,
Counter-Strike 2's fields, once more serene.