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Bir çeviri sorunu bildirin
I would practice day and night, flush ice cubes down the toilet for snowdays,
induce vomitting for sick days, and punch janitors in the face for suspensions.
After 2 months of discipline (by my parents and by me) I got out of silver. I am
currently floating around in the gold novas and hope to get out soon.
I started playing CS:GO about 3 months ago when my grandmother gave me
her old Dell Optiplex. I cleaned my rig up and started coding websites with
HTML. After only a week of fiddling arround in notepad++ I got paid $20 by
my parents for doing my chores. I bought CS:GO for $15 and 2 keys ($2.50
a piece). When I hoped in my first game of casual I knew this was the game
for me. I loved how the older boys teaching me how to defend my self with
harsh words and toxic behavior, and I was able to impress my step-brother
Henry with my 2 skins that I opened (USP-S | Guardian and Tec-9 | Ice Cap).
I would always get embarrased by how quickly I would get killed when trying
to show off to my brother. . .