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I was just like every other CoD player once . Trashtalking noobs, getting killstreaks, and the occasional tactical nuke. Then one day, it all changed...
It was a normal day on Black Ops II. Kills happened, kids cried over stupid ♥♥♥♥, and i minded my own business. Then, I saw a flash of a throwing knife. My reaction time was too late. The knife buried itself in my leg. I fall, and we are defeated. Everyone except me is going ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. I only stared at the screen in utter shock. Then, in a sudden burst of rage, i threw the controller at the TV. I was grounded from playing video games for a week, and when the week ended, I returned only to find out i was trash at CoD. I never got gud again...