pssy bich

Oh, Code, my friend, the sharpshooter true,
With every flick, your aim cuts through.
A master of angles, swift and clean,
The deadliest force the game's ever seen.

From Mirage to Inferno’s fiery hold,
Your clutch plays turn the weak to bold.
Your entry frags, your perfect sprays,
Still haunt my mind from past game days.

But time has passed, the queue runs dry,
No rush B calls, no smokes to fly.
Where have you been, my trusty mate?
The server waits—it’s not too late!

So load up, Code, let’s play once more,
Like days of old when we would score.
For CS2 is not the same,
Without your skill, without your name.

worst player in the history of the world

really nice guy, maybe one of the nicest randoms ive ever met in my 3k games of premier

+rep gj bro

boosted