Seriously, your so-called "big namer" status is laughable, you’re just another wannabe getting dumped on. You think your anti-aim is tough? It’s weaker than your excuses every time you get beamed you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ loser. And that yaw? It’s spinning you straight into the dumpster. I’ve seen more taps from my legit config, hurensohn dog. You’re getting clapped like it’s your day job, my rage config's got you on a leash you fat ♥♥♥♥. Keep flexing that outdated config while I’m running circles around you with my skeet resolver that's clapping you left and right like it's on autopilot. Out here with your trash-tier configs, thinking you’re making moves, but all I see is a no-namer getting body bagged. You talk like you’re some hvh god, but you’re just a clown spinning in circles, hoping for a lucky tap. Meanwhile, I’m going blatant on my 387th main, and that stack alone is worth about $8K, while you’re out here on your 30-cent government-funded non-prime account you poor overweight sack of ♥♥♥♥. Your taps hit harder than your pathetic excuses for why you keep losing. Keep playing with your dollar store configs like the broke-ass fanboy you are. You can’t handle the heat, this is hvh, your yaw and jitter are a joke, my anti-brute force is eating your garbage anti-aim for breakfast. We're what you see at the start of the game and the only thing you see at the end once we wipe the floor with you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ losers.