Ode to Pecker, the Gamer Supreme

In the smoke and flash of Counter-Strike,
Pecker aims true — his shots take flight.
From Dust II’s tunnels to Mirage mid,
No camper or lurker can keep him hid.

Then comes the Rift, where legends fight,
With Annie and Draven, his bot-lane might.
Tibbers roars, the axes spin,
He grins wide — it’s another win.

Voice chat chaos, laughter loud,
He carries games and hypes the crowd.
From clutching rounds to perfect plays,
Pecker games through endless days.

So here’s to Pecker — bold and keen,
Master of pixels, king of the screen.
When victory calls, he’s never late —
GG, my friend. You’re truly great.

+rep and kinda cute

+rep was in his head all game and made him tilt

im going to block you

Makes sense you're from the 2nd worst state in the U.S.

+rep