Jolt Online Gaming
Jolt are a leading Game Service Provider in the UK. Providing high quality Clan servers, Dedicated servers, Team speak and some of the most popular TFC & CS servers in the world.
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Member since:
September 12, 2003 Steam Rating:
10 Playing time:
63.3 hrs past 2 weeks 
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Byte - Paparazzi ;)
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Death is one beautiful art.
Ahmad Fansa
London, Westminster, United Kingdom (Great Britain) 
Wise words would be never show a dog all your tricks because in the end it will come back and bite you back, and in a place where it hurts. [TF2 Community]
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heh, keep it real Byte, keep it real ;)
you are ZADROT
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Byte is down!! PUSH!!
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My Lord, I loved strawberry jam
And the dark sweetness of a woman%u2019s body.
Also well-chilled vodka, herring in olive oil,
Scents, of cinnamon, of cloves.
So what kind of prophet am I? Why should the spirit
Have visited such a man? Many others
Were justly called, and trustworthy.
Who would have trusted me? For they saw
How I empty glasses, throw myself on food,
And glance greedily at the waitress%u2019s neck.
Flawed and aware of it. Desiring greatness,
Able to recognise greatness wherever it is,
And yet not quite, only in part, clairvoyant,
I knew what was left for smaller men like me:
A feast of brief hopes, a rally of the proud,
A tournament of hunchbacks, literature.
And the dark sweetness of a woman%u2019s body.
Also well-chilled vodka, herring in olive oil,
Scents, of cinnamon, of cloves.
So what kind of prophet am I? Why should the spirit
Have visited such a man? Many others
Were justly called, and trustworthy.
Who would have trusted me? For they saw
How I empty glasses, throw myself on food,
And glance greedily at the waitress%u2019s neck.
Flawed and aware of it. Desiring greatness,
Able to recognise greatness wherever it is,
And yet not quite, only in part, clairvoyant,
I knew what was left for smaller men like me:
A feast of brief hopes, a rally of the proud,
A tournament of hunchbacks, literature.
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