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Навечно.
Мой.
In the heart of the server, the battle ignites,
A duel of legends, the clash of two knights.
One holds the past, once feared and revered,
The other—a prodigy, the moment now near.
Zywoo once ruled with flicks so divine,
A god with an AWP, his aim near sublime.
But time is relentless, its whispers grow loud,
His reflexes dull, his throne lost in the crowd.
Then enters Donk, a beast in his prime,
Speed like a bullet, precision through time.
With flicks like lightning, his crosshair stays true,
A nightmare incarnate, a storm breaking through.
The rounds unfold, a masterclass shown,
Yet Zywoo can feel it—his kingdom dethroned.
For every clutch, for every last stand,
Donk’s firepower leaves blood on the sand.
No prayers, no miracles, no echoes remain,
As Donk stands victorious, the king now in chains.
The past has been written, the future is bright,
A new god ascends in the dead of the night.