You make me sick. You have no ingenuity, no creative finesse, no flair. Your play style, frankly, disgusts me. So bland. My playstyle, meanwhile, is chic, is art. Some compare me to a mix between Picasso and NiKo. Art, and cold, killing instinct. I paint the bathroom of Overpass with the blood of my enemies, while you and the other peons such as yourself sit and hold "angles" like peasants. Sure, you may outfrag me. But by god, you do it with no gusto. The women flock to playstyles such as mine, because it's simply noveau. Meanwhile, you, a bitter old man, plays like an archaic 1.6 player. I am a child of the game, a prodigy, a maestro of manic massacres. I am a Silver 2, but my mind, my tier, is above that of a Global. Frankly there should be another rank for someone like myself. I play on a different plane of existance. Have fun being stuck in the horrid, dark waters of matchmaking competitive, while I drown in the sexual antics of thousands of admiring women. Good day, sir.

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dead bodies falling from the sky

Who are you!!!

Poom poom!!

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✅ Cool guy !!!