Peppa dreamed of climbing the ranks, proving himself as a formidable force in the gaming community. With unwavering determination, he embarked on his quest, eagerly competing in matches, hoping to rise to the top. But fate seemed to have a different plan. Try as he might, Peppa couldn't escape the clutches of deranking. Match after match, loss after loss, his rank plummeted like a sinking ship. The more he struggled, the deeper he fell. His dreams of glory turned into a nightmare that haunted him relentlessly. His friends, who once admired his gaming prowess, began to distance themselves. They couldn't comprehend why Peppa couldn't break free from the vicious cycle of deranking. In a moment of despair, Peppa made the heartbreaking decision to walk away from the game he once loved. He bid farewell to his virtual comrades, carrying the weight of shattered dreams upon his shoulders. The deranking journey had taught him that failure is an inevitable part of life, but it doesn't define us.

I have played Counter-Strike since 2004 started with 1.6 and CSS and I was extremely addicted. Going to school jiggle peeking in the hallways, I always quick switched with my pencils and erasers when taking tests. I remember back in elementary school I used to bhop during hopscotch because that was big in early CSS days before zblock was added. Once I go home I would play instantly and went straight to to bed without noticing I skipped dinner. I would use my imaginary awp and awp people on the swing set from the jungle gym during recess. Now, I am a global elite, top of my class. Every single day I pray to Gaben - god bless him - to give me a good drop. Sometimes when I drive I see birds flying and turn away because of my cs instincts. I almost killed my mom and I. I am second to none, so if you see me in your game prepare for defeat you mother ♥♥♥♥er.

-rep terrible teammate makes awful callouts

-rep is a filthy ♥♥♥♥

+Rep sickcunt

+rep dirty jew