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Top 3 Champs
1. Nautilus
2. Lulu AD
3. Kassadin
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Rank: Silver III
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Name: Hakuidante
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Mastery 7 list:
1.Sion
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Youtube (Easter Egg)
it's a party on a school day.


Games on Steam

1.Counter Strike: Global Offensive
2. Garrys Mod
3. Smite

Nolstalgia games (no order)

1.Super Mario 64
2. Banjo Kazooie 64
3. Perfect Dark 64


Top 3 systems all time

1. PC PC
2. PC Nintendo 64
3. PC Gamecube

CS:GO Teams
1. Fnatic
2. Cloud 9
3. CLG

Food
1. Pho
2. Pizza
3. Subway

Youtubers
1. pewdiepie 1, Penguinz0

2. Pewdiepie 2. Filthy Frank

3. Pewdiepie 3. TydeTime


CS:GO Stickers

1. Sticker | olofmeister (Foil) | Cologne 2015 1. Sticker | Unicorn

2. Sticker | olofmeister (Foil) | Cologne 2015 2. Sticker | Natus Vincere (Holo) | Katowice 2014

3. Sticker | Warowl 3. Sticker | Samurai


Rainbow Six Siege operators attacker / defender

1. IQ / Rook

2.Sledge / Smoke

3. Twitch / Mute

Smite gods

1. Bakasura

2. Ymir

3. Sun Wu Kong


My Sexual Identities

I sexually Identify as a Tropical Fruit Stand. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of displaying ripe and juicy melons to passers-by at a modest price. People say to me that a person being a fruit stand is Impossible and I'm ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ retarded but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I'm having a carpenter install oak planks, hand carved signage and ornate wooden wheels on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me "FruityTooty" and respect my right to sell melons and plantains. If you can't accept me you're a fruitophobe and need to check your sugary produce privilege.



I sexually Identify as John McCain. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of running three times for President and dropping hot campaign slogans on disgusting American citizens. People say to me that a person being an old, anal fart is Impossible and I'm ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ retarded but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I'm having an unpaid intern install a longevity-inducing exoskeleton and an infinite campaign button dispenser on my body so I can live and run for president forever. From now on I want you guys to call me "Mr. President" and respect my right to declare war and oppress minorities needlessly. If you can't accept me you're a republicanphobe and need to check your civic privilege.




I sexually identify as a high school. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of having hundreds of hormonal, acne-ridden teens being resentful and bored inside of me. People say that a person being a high school is impossible and retarded but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I'm having a school janitor weld me into the walls of a high school so that I can be one with its halls. If you can't accept me you're a dropout and need to check your diploma privilege.




I sexually Identify as a steel beam. Ever since 9/11 I dreamed of getting drawn closer and closer to my melting point by jet fuel under the Twin Tower letting them drop on disgusting foreigners. People say to me that a person being a steel beam is Impossible and I’m ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ retarded but I don’t care, I’m beautiful. I’m having a plastic surgeon install steel beams and jet fuel on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me “Steel Beam” and respect my right to not melt by jet fuel and kill needlessly. If you can’t accept me you’re a steeliphobe and need to check your metallic privilege.




I sexually Identify as a walrus. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of sliding on cold ice with my manly genitalia. People say to me that a person being a walrus is Impossible and I'm ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ retarded but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I already chopped my arms and feet off and practiced flopping around in my bathtub using my severed fingers as tusks. From now on I want you guys to call me "Tusk" and respect my right to lay around on an iceberg and dive for seafood. If you can't accept me you're a walrophobe and need to check your Arctic privilege.




I sexually identify as a donger. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of raising my donger and dropping hot dongers over disgusting scrubs. People tell me that a person being a donger is impossible and that I'm ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ retarded. But I don't care. I'm beautiful. I'm having a plastic surgeon attach raised dongers and emojis on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me "Lenny" and respect my right to raise my donger and raise it needlessly. If you can't accept me you're a dongerphobe and you need to check your emoji privilege.




I sexually identify as a Navy Seal. Ever since I was a child I dreamed of being the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. People say to me that having over 300 confirmed kills is impossible and I'm ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ retarded but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I'm having a secret network of spies trace your IP right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. From now on, you're ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, kiddo. If you can't accept me you need to check your gorilla privilege.




I sexually identify as graph paper. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of sorting over the grid drawing beautiful graphs on math homework. People say to me that a person being graph paper is impossible and I'm ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ retarded but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I'm having a plastic surgeon tattoo rows, columns and 3 hole punches on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me "Grid" and respect my right to draw graphs and solve equations. If you can't accept me you're a papyrophobe and need to check your graphing privilege.




I sexually Identify as a Racecar. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of drifting around corners and running quarter miles in under ten seconds. People say to me that a person being a Racecar is Impossible and I'm ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ retarded but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I'm having a shop mechanic install 100-shot of nitrous, adjustable coilovers, and twin scroll turbos on my chassis. From now on I want you guys to call me "Drift King" and respect my right to burn rubber below and shoot flames needlessly. If you can't accept me you're a race-ist and need to check your modifying privilege.