sorry for poor english I am russia

was playing online grand theft automobile when hit fellow video gamer car with my car. i exit auto mobile and attempt trading of insurance information when I am hit by pistol bullet. fellow gamer goes into my vehicular and driver car. I am to look inside of his vehicular transportation when i cannot find vehicle registration under his name. call local police officer but he is not help, he is say racism things at me (i am a white in real but I enjoy roleplay as africa). so if anyone sees car license 7EDT417 please use telephone and call me

This player is fantastic. Just needs to work on communication, aim, map awareness, crosshair placement, economy management, pistol aim, awp flicks, grenade spots, smoke spots, pop flashes, positioning, bomb plant positions, retake ability, bunny hopping, spray control and getting a kill.

Idk why everytime he orders a poutine he asks for extra potein

So the other day, I was playing rainbow six siege, and I heard one of my teammates make a callout in the voice chat. It was a real life gamer girl. God, I kid you not, I just stopped playing and pulled my cack out. “fk, Fk!” I was yelling in voice chat. I just wanted to hear her voice again. “Please,” I moaned. But she left the lobby. I was crying and covered in my own semen, but I remembered that I could find recent teammates in the ubiplay friends tab. I frantically closed down siege and opened the tab, to find out she had TTV IN HER NAME!!! She was streaming, and only had 100 viewers!!! The competition was low, so I made the first move and donated my months rent to her. I was already about to pre. She read my donation in the chat. God this is the happiest I’ve been in a long time. I did a little research, and found out where she goes to school, but I am a little nervous to talk to her in person, and need support. Any advice before my Uber gets to her middle school?

So, let this serve as a warning to anyone out there who thinks it's funny to desecrate the sanctity of someone's home. Your actions have consequences, and karma has a funny way of catching up to those who revel in the suffering of others. Know that your sick game will not go unnoticed forever, and one day, you will be held accountable for the havoc you've wrecked on innocent lives.

In the meantime, I'll continue to clean up after your sick exploits, seething with anger and frustration, praying for the day when justice is finally served. And if you're out there, reading this, know that I will not rest until you're brought to justice. You may think you're clever, but mark my words, the day of reckoning is coming, and it will be a glorious sight to behold. (3/3)

But it doesn't stop at the physical disgust. the psychological toll is also devastating. Every time I approach my porch, paranoia sets in. I'm constantly looking over my shoulder, wondering if this will be the day I catch the culprit in the act. I've installed security cameras and spent countless sleepless nights trying to catch this phantom s hitter in action.

And yet, they continue to elude me, leaving me feeling powerless, violated, and enraged. I've reached out to the police, but what can they do? It's not like they can dust for prints or create a profile of the offender. This sicko knows how to cover their tracks, leaving behind no trace of their identity.

The worst part is the shame and embarrassment that come with being the victim of such an act. I can't invite guests over without the constant fear of them stepping on a surprise gift left by this sick individual. My once peaceful home has turned into a battleground, with me as the hapless victim caught in the crossfire. (2/3)