-rep Total Serbian chaos goblin, like a rakija-fueled tractor crash in human form. Playing with him is like signing up for a lobotomy via megaphone—he’ll scream “SRBIJA DO TOKIJA!” mid-round while pulling moves so wild I’m sure he’s either a savant or just haunted by a pissed-off Balkan poltergeist. Word is he’s holed up in a Kragujevac shed with a pet pigeon named “Miloš” that he feeds ajvar and swears predicts enemy strats with its coos. Once tried to swap my mousepad for a “holy” sausage he claimed was blessed by a monk on Mount Athos, then rambled about wrestling a wolf to prove Tesla was an alien. Unhinged as hell, but I’d still split a burek with him while he sketches plans to invade Croatia with a donkey and a harmonica. Na zdravlje!

+rep Met this freak at a dive bar in Ljubljana called The Greasy Goat, where he was arm-wrestling a one-eyed bouncer named Slavko for a jar of pickled eel teeth. We bonded over warm beer and now frag noobs in CS with a Serbian dude who smuggles bootleg yodeling tapes into Moldova. He’s got this unhinged laugh like a hyena choking on a kazoo—pure chaos goblin.

+rep Guy named Maradona, near city of Rostov kidnapped his Grandmother and my Brother, due to several Poker wins achieved by those two, resulting in his house getting sold, We planned a contra-diversive action that takes 1-3 bussiness days, it failed, me and him were starved to near death in cistern, Al Rahman looked up on us, and released bees from Mumbai, that downed Belorusian cargo plane in which was old KGB agent Sir Vlodymir Vlodymirovich, our saviour. Not only that we are brothers in crisis, we are now Godfathers, his grandmother and my brother are now happily married and they have 2 wonderful Tengri children.

+rep This dude and I go way back to our wild days running a rogue falafel cartel in Damascus—absolute legend, used to charm the socks off the local Druze girls with his off-key oud playing after we’d smuggle tahini across the border. One time, he traded our last crate of sumac for a beat-up Soviet tank manual, convinced our imam it was a holy relic, and got us excommunicated after the guy tried to bless it and sneezed spice everywhere. Now he’s living it up in Haifa, rocking a neon kippah and a tie-dye tallit, claims he’s the reincarnation of a disco rabbi. Dude’s obsessed with this weird pine-scented soap that he swears makes him “irresistible to the cosmos”—after our late-night Doom scrolling sessions, we blast vintage Amr Diab and plot a heist on the Dead Sea salt mines. Top-tier bro to share a shawarma with!

+rep was throwing dynamite in Danube River near Belgrade with me, cool guy, admitted that he is furry and that he identifies as crocodile, may go with him in thailand to bag some hermaphrodite baddies

+rep Strip Naked went to ibne bar in Klagenfurt, we met there, and now we play cs, with one guy from greece that is smuggling used rock and roll disks to azerbaijan