My name is Whip Nae Nae. I live at Digor, Kars, Turkey. This is my confession.
If you’re reading this text, I’m probably dead—fragged by my friend Darquesse.

Darquesse has been building a cheating empire in Counter-Strike for over a year now, and he’s been using me as his aim-botter and wallhack dev. Shortly after my 19th birthday, he came to me with a proposition I never saw coming. He asked me to use my Counter-Strike skills to help him climb through ranked lobbies—carrying him, boosting accounts, dropping clutch after clutch—so he could sell them off using his shady connections in the boosting and skin laundering world.

I was stunned. I always thought Darquesse was just a chill dude who played for fun. I was confused. But I was also vulnerable. He knew that.

At the time, I was down bad—losing streaks, de-ranked to Silver III, tilting off the planet. Darquesse invited me into a private match, showed me just how fast he was racking up money and skins, even running gambling bots and smurfing services. And I was weak. I didn’t want to stay stuck in Elo hell forever. So I agreed.

Every day since, I’ve regretted it.

It didn’t take long to realize I was just a pawn.
Darquesse had a partner, a dude who went by “Gustavo Fring” in Steam. He ran the trade bot empire, laundering skins for crypto. Darquesse sold me out to him. And when I tried to back out, they threatened to VAC-ban my main account. My knife inventory. My dignity. I was trapped.

Eventually, Darquesse and Gustavo had beef. Darquesse wanted a bigger cut of the keys, cases, and Karambits. Gustavo said no. And that’s when things got ugly.

Darquesse launched an attack—used my scripts to crash Gustavo’s servers mid-major. He made me write the code. Said if I didn’t, he’d report me to Valve and say I was behind all the cheats. And he had proof. Screenshots. Logs. Discord DMs.

I’ve thought about quitting forever. Uninstalling. But I’m a coward.

I wanted to come clean. Report everything. But Darquesse was already a high-level moderator on a bunch of servers. He had reach. At one point, he even got into my account and stole my crosshair config. Just to prove he could.

He held my Steam friends list hostage. I lost real-life friends. My duo partner left me. She had no idea I was involved in any of this—until Darquesse started queue sniping her. We were terrified.

Recently, I tried again to leave. Told him I was done. So he sent me this: a deepfake of me saying the n-word on comms. A fake, but believable enough to get me permabanned from everything. Even FaceIt.

I can’t live like this anymore.
Every day I wake up wondering if today’s the day he’ll upload the footage. Or worse—target my family’s Wi-Fi and DDoS my little brother off his Fortnite grind.

So this is it.
This video is all I have left. My last defense.
To show the world who Darquesse really is.

(dont vac me this is not real)