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Snipin's a bad job, mate.
It's difficult work, outta doors. I guarantee you will get backstabbed.
At the end of the day, long as there are three Snipers on the map, someone is gonna want some Sniper votekicked.
I- ye- I'm not switching to be Medic, man.
I'm a- Ye- Not a "camper", I'm an assassin! ...Well, the difference being one's a playstyle and the other's a 12-year-old playin' Call of Duty!
I'll be honest with ya: my teammates do not care for it.
I think this mate is a bot. (Instakills on killfeed) Yes, he is.
Feelins'? Look mate, you know who has a lot of feelings? Blokes that run screaming into the front lines with a flamethrower.
Tryhards have no standards.
Be annoying. Be repetitive.
Have a plan to taunt everyone you bodyshot.


A couple of years ago, one night, I was about to propose to my girlfriend when my roommate Joseph barged into the room out of nowhere, tripped and fell over, breaking a glass table with his face. Totally ruined the mood. Now, I didn't know Joseph THAT well, don't even remember where he was from, but let' just say I put my plans on hold to help him through his injuries. Joseph had gotten big glass shard in his eye, making him completely blind in that eye. He was walking around with one of those cotton pads on his eye for a couple of months. Then suddenly, he disappeared, along with my girlfriend Apparently they'd bonded during the time after his injuries, and eloped together , left me behind without as much as a note. I tried to track them down, but never could. In conclusion, if it hadn't been for cotton eye Joe, I'd have been married a long time ago. Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from, cotton eye Joe?