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His positioning, a terrible state.
Hawk was flustered, he couldn't cope
His team was faltering, they had no hope.
The enemy crept closer, their victory assured
Hawk's Magnus was useless, his fate obscured.
But even in defeat, Hawk would not falter
He'd practice and train, he'd be a true martyr.
For every time he failed, he'd learn a lesson
For every mistake, he'd make a confession.
Hawk would not give up, he'd rise once more
With Magnus, his hero, he'd even the score.
And so he trained, he practiced each day
He studied his foes, he learned their way.
Hawk would not rest, he'd never give in
Until his Magnus could rise up and win.
And when that day came, and Hawk's team prevailed
His enemies defeated, his Magnus unveiled.
Hawk knew the struggle had been worth the fight
For he had become a true Dota 2 knight.
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..||||||||||. ..`--------\'...........|.......................|
..` —-----— —— ПОРВУ ЗА БЛИЗКИХ —-------------|
.... `\\_,---------,---------,--------------------|
....../..БРАТ.. /\'|......../\'
...../.......... /..`\\.... /\'
..../...ЗА...../`-------\'
.../.........../
../..БРАТА./
.( _______ )
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