The nightmare was always the same. Violent shapes moving in darkness, old and ugly. The shadows rushed me. Faces hungry for revenge. I had never had a chance. The pistol was a frozen lump in my hand, piercing the skin, gnawing me to the bone. They knew my weak spots and closed in for the kill. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark on everything that had led to this point. They were all dead. I released my finger from the trigger, and it was over. They turned to steam. The floor turned into a green vortex of green blood. The flesh of fallen angels... I fell. Slowly the green nightmare faded, leaving dark stains on my soul that would never come off. I woke up in a bad dream. And the killer was smiling.

Maybe don't come back to cs next time

-rep worthless man with no friends and a tiny ♥♥♥♥

why are you still alive?

-rep yappy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

-rep toxic