It was a typical night on Dust 2 in CS2, the dust swirling in the map’s iconic open spaces. I was planting the bomb, fingers trembling in the heat of the moment, when a soft, unexpected voice came through the mic. "Nice try," he said, his voice cool and confident but with a hint of something else—curiosity, maybe. We exchanged a few more lines, the banter light but electric, as the round went on. He saved my life during a clutch, and we both laughed in that post-round pause, the tension gone. It was that moment—he wasn’t just a teammate, he was someone I wanted to know. We started playing together more often, the games becoming less about victory and more about the quiet, shared moments between us. Soon, the matches weren’t the only thing we were connecting over. Through our shared passion for the game, we found ourselves opening up to each other, discovering a bond deeper than the game itself.

police asked me what happened i just lost my memory

Providence

⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⡇⠀ ⠈⠑⢦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Are you winning son?
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠖⠒⠒⠒⢤⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠙⢦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢸⠀⠀⣀⢤⣼⣀⡠⠤⠤⠼⠤⡄ ⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠙⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢸⠀⠀⠑⡤⠤⡒⠒⠒⡊⠙⡏⠀⢀ ⡇⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠑⠢⡄⠀
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠇⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⢀⠧⠟⠁ ⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⡇⠀
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠸⣀⠀⠀⠈⢉⠟⠓⠀⠀ ⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢱⡖⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢸
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⢺⠧⢄⣀⠀⠀⣀⣀⠀ ⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸
⢸⠀⠀⠀⣠⠃⢸⠀⠀⠈⠉⡽⠿⠯⡆⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢸
⢸⠀⠀⣰⠁⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢸

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It's COOL to be gay!
Post this on the wall of a homosexual friend and tell them how COOL they are :^)

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It's COOL to be gay!
Post this on the wall of a homosexual friend and tell them how COOL they are :^)