stop buying the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ump it's trash



Our Savior, who art in Bellevue,
Hallowed be thy games.
Thy skins on guns.
Our ecos won, on dust,
As it is on inferno.
Give us this round bomb plant and entries,
And forgive us our Juan Deags,
As we forgive your poor hitboxes.
And lead us not into force-ups,
But deliver us from autos.
For thine are the case drops,
Rank-ups, and the glory,
For skins and knives.
Amen.