+rep top player

+rep consistently impressive

Hey, you reminded me of my dead daughter... you wouldn't happen to be her would you? I know this sounds crazy but you scream in terror at my writhing, pale, disfigured form just as she used to. You and me, I think we got something special going on. You single? DAMN. You gotta be fat though, okay, I don't have time for women who are under 600 lbs okay. You better start porking up if you want to be my lover m'kay. Anyway, I'll see you around, maybe in a back alley, or maybe in a dirty porn theater, who knows, the sky's the limit babe. Love ya, xoxo

my beautiful nine year old son taught himself how to sell loose cigarettes at school

Ah, there he goes, to love's call, he sways,
Leaving behind our cs days.
Once a fierce duo, in digital fights,
Now he's off to enjoy his romantic nights.

No more office, no more inferno's heat,
He's swapped his knife for dates so sweet.
No more counter strike, no more grand stand,
He's off chasing love, leaving me in the sand.
No more thrills after a victorious round,
Just the hollow echoes of a teammate not around.

We used to rush b, a fearsome pair,
Now he's rushing to meet her, with nary a care.
No more win streaks, just love on his mind,
While I'm left here alone, with myself to grind.

No mid game blinkers, no more digital plot,
He's crafting love stories, and I'm left to rot.
Remember the times, the victories we'd toast?
Now it's just me, a solo ghost.

So here's to my ♥♥♥♥♥, in love's deep dive,
May your connection have less lag than arunas strive.
And though you've left us for dead and such,
In cs memories, you'll always be clutch.

subhuman