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it was 2011. we were in the valve jr-pro north east ohio payload chamionship game. i was Cockring Gamings heavy main... "was"...
we were defending the final checkpoint. my medic (and best friend Cowabunga peppermill sr) was ubering me. there was 15 seconds left. i decided to push, but little did i know they were preparing for an pub push...
i turned back as soon as i saw, and i made it, but my best friend (and medic) died... we ended up tying and losing in sudden death.
ive been going to therapy twice a week for 11 years now. the trama that is why i work alone.
Nothing against you, i just dont need a medic to heal me... i havent for 11 years...