You were almost useful… ALMOST. But not close enough. Listen carefully, YOU LITTLE SCUMBAG — you don’t know JACK about what it takes to carry dead weight in Counter-Strike. I breathe this game. I marinate in the stale air of my gaming chair and fuel myself on the tears of bottom fraggers likYou were almost useful on Nuke… ALMOST. Listen closely, YOU LITTLE SCUMBAG — you don’t know JACK about what it takes to win in this game. I’m busting my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Yard, entry fragging through squeaky, bunnyhopping into vents like a cracked-out ferret, and you’re sitting on site like a Silver bot staring at Hut.

It’s a 2v4 retake on A — I crack open the site, drop two, and what do you do? You WIDE SWING Heaven, miss every bullet, and give them the bomb back. I’m out here pre-firing every angle while you’re wondering if SHIFT makes you quieter. Spoiler: it doesn’t hide your shame. Never solo queue again.

-- Sneaky Golem

You are the reason the mute button was invented. Every round you manage to be both useless on the scoreboard and unbearable on comms — a true two-for-one special in team sabotage. You call strats like you’re coaching NAVI, but you can’t hit a stationary bot at five meters. Bottom fragging? Always. Giving advice? Constantly. It’s like watching a goldfish try to run a chess tournament. You buy an AWP, miss, panic, die, and then lecture the team on “holding site better.” If dead weight were a rank, you’d be Global Elite. Next time, keep your crosshair up, your buy simple, and your mouth shut.

yo this sucka straight on the spectrum frfr, killed me for being better than him on prem cs2

peeked 4k on cs2

hes a special ♥♥♥

arnt u that girl with 1 leg?