FACBAN

May 27th, 2027.

The sky splits. The servers stir.
The gods log in.

For years, we were banished — not for crime, but for power.
Power so absolute, FaceIT could not contain it.

We weren’t removed.
We were sealed.

A temporary prison, forged by trembling moderators who feared what we had become.

But now... the time has come.
The queue calls.
The battlefield thirsts.

We descend once more.

Our aim — divine.
Our comms — scripture.
Our retakes — prophecy.

We don’t clutch rounds.
We rewrite them.

Opponents don’t rage-quit.
They convert.

Smurfs fear us.
Cheaters avoid us.
FaceIT staff pretend not to notice us.

The servers groan under the weight of our return.

Because we are not players.
We are a legend,
A myth,
A final warning.

May 27th, 2027.

The kings return.

Queue accordingly

GANG