I've seen this dude play, he doesn't even use a monitor. He visualizes the map in a detailed rendering, completely in his mind. He has a biological wallhack; his godlike perception highlights all enemies within light-years. His eyes are closed as his mouse gracefully swerves across the table, making immaculate twitches as he flicks from head to head. The bullets that escape his gun barrel are surgical; each making a deadly strike in between his opponent's eyes. His spray control is otherworldly, his crosshair erratically jolting across the screen as his wrist muscles perfectly predict the next bullet's location. Time literally stops as he peeks, sunlight curving as his trigger finger impacts his left mouse button, sending enemies to a digital shadow realm before they even know what happened. He is un-killable. He is undefeatable. This "man" is the epitome of eternal.

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The relationship between Donna Reed and Poet Anne Sexton became Increasingly strained. T. E. Lawrence felt something was missing, and Martin Luther felt the relationship was flawed. Charles Laughton became more and more depressed, but John Cardinal O'Connor just got angry and left. 📌 🛎

trash bangala HAHA. getting carried so hard stilll wanna trash talk.

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