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when were you when crazyfog dies?
i was sat at home on mge when pjotr ring
‘jcrazyfrog is kill’
‘no’
like u see it at the end of the game "oh wow slemnish has 32 kills" but u can never remember them.
can u remember a single slemnish kill ?
but try samantha...u can see the flick i remember a samantha flick.
+rep nice player
+rep gg wp
+rep gamer
+rep fast and nice trade
+rep good teammate
+rep nice teammate
+rep AWP GOD
+rep Cool friend
+rep Good job
+rep so good
+rep AK GOD
+rep I like you
+rep Love ❤
+rep
+rep clutch Ministr
+rep Clutch King 👑
+rep 300 iq 🧠
🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪
⬜️⬛️🟪⬜️⬛️🟪🟪
🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪
🟪⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️🟪
🟪🟪⬛️⬛️⬛️🟪🟪
🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪
Remember, if you don't send this to 20 friends, you'll be stuffed in a suit. 😈👻
⡔⢩⠂⠀⠒⠗⠈⠀⠉⠢⠄⣀⠠⠤⠄⠒⢖⡒⢒⠂⠤⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠇⠤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠈⠀⠈⠈⡨⢀⠡⡪⠢⡀⠀
⠈⠒⠀⠤⠤⣄⡆⡂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠢⠀⢕⠱⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢳⣐⡐⠐⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠁⠇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⢤⢁⠀⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢰⠀⠀⠀⡀⢄⡜⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡦⠄⡷⠢⠤⠤⠤⠤⢬⢈⡇⢠⣈⣰⠎⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣃⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢪⢀⣺⡅⢈⠆⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠶⡿⠤⠚⠁⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⡤⢺⣥⠟⢡⠃⠀⠀
⢨⡑⠶⡏⠛⠐⠋⠓⠲⠶⣭⣤⣴⣦⣭⣥⣮⣾⣬⣴⡮⠝⠒⠂⠂⠘⠉⠿⠖⣬
⠈⠉⠄⡀⠄⣀⣀⣀⣀⠈⢛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⠁⣀⣤⣤⣠⡀⠄⡀⠈⠁
⠄⠠⣾⡀⣾⣿⣧⣼⣿⡿⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣼⣿⣧⣼⣿⣿⢀⣿⡇⠄
⡀⠄⠻⣷⡘⢿⣿⣿⡿⢣⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣜⢿⣿⣿⡿⢃⣾⠟⢁⠈
⢃⢻⣶⣬⣿⣶⣬⣥⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣾⣿⣷⣾⣾⢣
⡄⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠘
⣿⡐⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⢠⢃
⣿⣷⡀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⢀⠆⣼
⣿⣿⣷⡀⠄⠈⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠋⠠⠂⢀⣾⣿
Its thoughts had been inebriated by enigmatic, tenebrific tragedies, drunk on imagination of what could have been, what may have been, and what had been lost.
The pain remained so insurmountable that the aspect was driven to configure itself into a physical design, to give itself the ability of touch.
Upon the scorched Earth of which it clutched, tears formed. Within the aspect's golden eyes, streams returned to dust.
What forsaken and forlorn entity destroyed this nameless civilization? For what reason could it had possessed?
For us, we shall never know. Only time will hoard that knowledge...