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Played a lot with XPT in CS2. Guy moves like a monk, shoots like a machine. Calm as hell, no comms, just click, click, click – 99% headshot rate like it’s casual warmup.
We’re sweating, screaming, malding – he’s quietly flicking heads while sipping on broccoli juice and munching vegan sausage. No idea what powers him, but it’s not GFuel, it’s probably tofu-based enlightenment.
Some say: he owns 3 accounts. Combined Elo? 120.
No one knows how. Smurf? Anti-smurf? Cosmic experiment?
Turns out:
1. He once aced with his monitor turned off.
2. His brain is clocked higher than your CPU.
3. He meditates between rounds and sees the enemy in his third eye.
Unreal player. Definitely cheating at life. Still -rep because I’m scared of him.