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Your aim is dusty. Your excuses are moldy. Your legacy? Nonexistent.
Every second you’re not queueing is proof you peaked in warmups.
You dodge so hard they should name a map after you—de_coward.
You're not washed—you drowned.
Pick up your mouse, click heads, or log off and donate your rig to someone who actually deserves it.
Maybe then you'd stop writing in your creepy little notebook like, “Don’t let Goob play CS2... ruin Goob’s life”. Touch some headshots, not just your tragic backstory, dude. You lost a baseball game and decided to ruin the timeline? That’s not a villain origin story—that’s just being a sore loser with no aim.
Get it together, Goob. Queue up, or forever be known as the guy who got outsmarted by a kid with a time machine and a dinosaur with a big head and little arms.