Cod Black Ops 20XX draws closer.

Until then, he waits, and FaZe grows.

He Waits Behind ur mum, in a palace of 360 hard scopes, served by mlg gamers forged from the dust of Doritos ® and clad in euphoric fadoras. In his right hands he holds his Intervention, and in his left hands he holds Mnt. Dew ®: the nector of the gods. His left hands are stained with the blood of casual n00bs.

His six mouths speak in MLG, and the seventh shall sing the song of the FaZe.

There are other instances of MLG pro gamers popping up in many online communities. ZALGO grows. ZALGO ♥♥♥♥ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).