Picture the scene: The other ♥♥♥♥♥♥' week there, down the ♥♥♥♥♥♥' B site with BruzzDAD, playing AWP. I'm playing like Kenny-♥♥♥♥♥♥'-S by the way. Givin' the boys on T-side the tannin' of a lifetime. So it comes to the, down to the last shot, the deciding bullet of the whole match. I'm on window and he's sittin' in the corner looking all ♥♥♥♥♥♥' silver. When this hard ♥♥♥♥ turns 'round. Obviously ♥♥♥♥♥♥' less than 50 hours, like. Starts starin' at me. Lookin' at me, right ♥♥♥♥♥♥' at me, as if to say, "Come ahead, square go." You ken me, I'm not the type of ♥♥♥♥ that goes looking for ♥♥♥♥♥♥' bother, like, but at the end of the day I'm the ♥♥♥♥ with an AWP and he can get the fat end in his puss any time he ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ wanted like. So I squares up, casual like. What does the hard ♥♥♥♥ do? Or the so-called hard ♥♥♥♥? ♥♥♥♥♥♥ it. Pulls out his deag, sprays; empties all 45 bullets of the clip into some other ♥♥♥♥ on his team who was apparently still alive. And after that, well, the game was mine.