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There's one statement in this world truer than most - Crazy Dane is a legendary gaymer. Picture this: you're overrun by 5 terrorists, all of them equally determined to ♥♥♥♥ you in the ass and take your site.
You feel a cold chill go down your spine as you defend yourself against the first opponent, his isis-ass eyes staring into your soul, with a lethal AK-47 in hand. Like a miracle has come to pass - perhaps the resurgence of Jesus Christ - you manage to incapacite that terrorist scum, a fine service to your country.
But heavy misfortune has befallen you, your HP low from the three AK rounds that connected with your body, and you know death is near, a dark visage, slowly creeping up your back, it’s voice hoarse as it whispers, “you’re going to die”, and you fully believe it.
In the next few seconds, time crawls to a halt, and you condition yourself to accept the heartless embrace of death, a dreadful smile smeared across your face.
You close your eyes and wait… nothing happens. In your stupor, you almost forget to reopen your eyes as the round is announced to have sided in your favor, the victory brutal and swift. Crazy Dane, in his magnificence, had graced you with his mighty presence, ready to eliminate the remaining four enemies who dared to threaten the free world.
His spray down took no longer than two seconds, a marvelous 4k, performed with a subpar weapon, the famas. Your eyes finally open, and you run to your savior, so you can shower him with your love. Ultimately, Crazy Dane has managed to capture your heart, and you can no longer help the blush that colors your cheeks when you lay your eyes on him at the start of future rounds.
Call me brainwashed, call me naíve, but I truly believe Crazy Dane is something greater than human - the strongest of gods. Every pantheon has been challenged, and they simply do not have the collective strength to restrict His mighty radiance. All hail, Crazy Dane.
Good day ma'am.
Also I PM'd you. Take a look and lmk what you think.
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