You're not handsome radiant

-rep

paw Daddy

Just little ol' me dropping a line. Just wanting to say, goodbye and such. You might notice I'm, no longer a part of the Retirement Home. It's nothing personal, just buisness. I don't belong in that place anymore, not the way I am. Just do me a little favor, and learn to love each other ya know? Like the old days. No reason to be an ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ for intellect, religion, game preferences. We came together over friendship, I don't see much of a reason to destroy that. That's why I left. And, if you have to be an ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, don't do it in such a way that'll cause hate, ya know?

Take care, Star.

After a good CS2 match, I added this guy — seemed like a chill teammate, not the type to grief or flash you mid-retake. We queued, chatted for months, bonded over clutches and broken smokes. the kind of bromance that makes you think, "Damn, I finally found a normal gamer friend."

So I invite him for a LAN party. He says he's down — I'm thinking 1v1 on Mirage, some trash talk, good times.

He shows up, pushes me like a failed B-rush , bites my ear like he's trying to defuse a bomb in it, and I feel something hard against my leg — and bro, that ain’t an AWP.

Reflex kicks in — instant one tap, no warm-up, like I'm s1mple on a good day.

Moral of the story? He went from teammate to friendly fire IRL real quick. Never trust a CS2 buddy who buys dualies and says "just trust."

𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗙𝗣𝗦, 𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗰 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘀! 𝗠𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗿𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝘆. 𝗠𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀, 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 🎮🎄🚀

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