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We want, no we need the challenge of a good opponent whom we can not only ♥♥♥♥ on, but also get ♥♥♥♥ on by. We need our skills to be tested and strained in order to get gud. We brave few look down on the uneducated masses who mindlessly play other games. They have no idea what a one way smoke is and never will, yet don’t feel bad for these troglodytes, they chose that pity filled life of mundane grayness.
For if it wasn’t for people like us, the FPS scene would all be ♥♥♥♥. We hold the burden of good gaming on our shoulders like Atlas with the world on his is. Our duty is honor bound and we will not shy away from it. This time it was he who got ♥♥♥♥ on.