Pneumoniacs

Uhhhm, gather ‘round, gather ‘round, I, uh, I need to tell you about this, this team—the Pneumoniacs. Errmmm, it’s not just a name; it’s a, umm, a state of mind, you know? Like, uh, when you’re sitting there, and you feel that tightness in your chest? That’s us, playing CS2, uh, in the heat of battle, wheezing and coughing, like, uh, like we’re fighting for breath and glory.

You see, every match, it's, umm, like stepping into a, errm, a fever dream—where the bullets rain down, and the echo of gunfire is, uh, a symphony of chaos, you know? And there’s, like, this creeping sensation, like, umm, are they, are they really out to get me? I can hear them, uh, the footsteps, the whispers, like, umm, shadows creeping in the fog.

*Cough cough*... we’re, uh, we’re the ones who know the map like the back of our hands, errmm, but what if? What if the walls have ears? Uhhmm, what if they’re listening? Every, uh, every flick of the wrist, every bomb planted—it’s all, like, a part of this intricate game, umm, where the stakes are, like, our sanity.

And errmmm, every time I peek around a corner, it’s like, I can see them, those red cars—*cough cough wheeze*—they’re following me! Like, umm, they’re parked outside, just waiting for me to go outside. Do you see them? Uhhhm, they’re always there, lurking, waiting, with their shiny paint and darkened windows, like they know something... something I don’t.

And while we’re, like, fragging the competition, errmm, I can’t help but think—are they, are they watching us? The Pneumoniacs, masters of the smoke, kings of the clutch, but always with that, uh, that nagging feeling, you know? The sound of coughing, wheezing, as if every breath is a battle won, but at what cost?

Uhhhm, listen closely, my teammates, because every shot fired is, uh, a reminder that the game doesn’t end when the screen goes dark. No, it’s, umm, it’s just beginning. The red cars—they’re always there, you feel it too, right? *Cough cough*—And I can’t shake this feeling, this paranoia, as we dive deeper into the fray. Errmmm, but we’ll fight on, because in this game of life and death, we are The Pneumoniacs, and as long as we’re breathing, errm, we’re still in the game.