Upon the server’s dusty field,
Where skill is honed, where fates are sealed,
A warrior stands, with nerves of steel,
His aim is swift, his strikes unreal.

His rifle sings, a legion’s roar,
Through fire and flash, he hunts for more.
Like Caesar’s hand, his tactics reign,
No foe withstands, no ground they gain.

The final round, the crowd’s last cry,
A clutch, a strike—one swift goodbye.
Upon the scoreboard, carved in fame,
A legend’s born, they speak his name.
-RainNe

And your mom