This man first appeared to me in a dream, the visage unfamiliar but I knew he was the full grown image of my newborn son, completely foreign yet comforted by an odd familiarity, the eyes gave it away. He spoke to me of events that had not yet happened but would come to pass. Precious moments and horrid tragedies that were unavoidable. I broke down in tears, pleaded with him that I would change things, I would make sure to cherish every moment we had together, I understood now. But he assured me this wasn't a test, not a call to action, just a warning, I could not change these events no matter how I tried, I was only here to bear witness to them and suffer the consequences of my actions.
Then we played CS, he kept peaking mid despite the awper clearly outplaying him.
-Rep