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But tonight… something was off.
Round after round, he swung wide, whiffing his shots like a Silver in his first aim duel. His legendary impact? Now reduced to a 9-10 K/D, lurking in corners, missing the easiest frags. Even the enemy team, once wary of his presence, started calling him "eco frag Kevin."
The whispers turned into concern:
"Yo, Kevin… you good?"
"I dunno, man… my shots just aren't landing."
A silence filled the voice chat. Then, the realization hit: CS2 had claimed another victim.
Kevin, once a king, now just another casual.