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stay on faceit loser.
He asked me & the squad to take turns mini-vanning his mom, it was his birthday & that's all he wanted. We all agreed & decided we'd donate to the autism charity of our choice in hopes of spreading awareness.
He loved watching in the comfort of his gaming chair while his mom took 2 in the puss & 5 in the stinker. Then we played a game of CS & had a great time.
His mom & I are great friends to this day.
Thanks glacious for being who you are. Never change <3
His teammates grew frustrated. "Glacious, we’re here to win, not to hear your political lectures," they’d retort. Despite his skills, his obsession began to overshadow his gameplay. Eventually, even his allies couldn't ignore the truth: Glacious was so entangled in his delusions that he lost touch with reality. His once-impressive play deteriorated, leaving him isolated. In the end, it wasn't his aim that lost its edge, but his grip on sanity.