Ohhhh MAN, let me tell you about the two greatest loves of my life: Counter-Strike and cat girls. There is nothing—and I mean NOTHING—that gets my heart racing like clutching a 1v5 with a deagle on Dust2 EXCEPT maybe the thought of a cute, smug, ear-twitching cat girl cheering me on from the sidelines, her tail swishing every time I land a crispy headshot. The sheer adrenaline of popping off in CS is only matched by the sheer bliss of imagining a soft, purring cat girl resting her head on my shoulder after a long gaming session. I wake up every single day with one goal: to top frag and to one day find a world where cat girls are real and will admire my god-tier spray control. Until then, I’ll be grinding FACEIT and dreaming of neko waifus, because my heart belongs to tactical shooters and kemonomimi supremacy. Meow meow, rush B.

Sorry if I was toxic in Counter-Strike, sometimes my frustrations get the best of me when I lose my gooning streak 😅. It’s not an excuse, but when things aren’t going my way, I let it slip out. I’ll do better—promise I’m just here to have fun and frag out!