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Art, and cold, killing instinct.
I paint the palace of Mirage with the blood of my enemies, while you and the other peons such as yourself sit and hold "angles" like peasants.
Sure, buddy do that while I outfrag you.
The women flock to playstyles such as mine, because it's simply noveau.
Meanwhile, you, a bitter old man, plays like an archaic 1.6 player.
I am a child of the game, a prodigy, a maestro of manic massacres.
But my mind, my tier, is above that of a Global.
Frankly there should be another rank for someone like myself.
I play on a different plane of existence.
Have fun being stuck in the horrid, dark waters of matchmaking competitive, while I drown in the sexual antics of thousands of admiring women.
└📁 Program Files (x86)
⠀└📁 Steam
⠀⠀└📁 SteamApps
⠀⠀⠀└📁 common
⠀⠀⠀⠀└📁 Counter-Strike: Global Offensive
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└📁 Skills
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└ ⚠️ This folder is empty
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└📁 Aim
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└ ⚠️ This folder is empty
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└📁 Gamesense
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└ ⚠️ This folder is empty