Asenna Steam
kirjaudu sisään
|
kieli
简体中文 (yksinkertaistettu kiina)
繁體中文 (perinteinen kiina)
日本語 (japani)
한국어 (korea)
ไทย (thai)
български (bulgaria)
Čeština (tšekki)
Dansk (tanska)
Deutsch (saksa)
English (englanti)
Español – España (espanja – Espanja)
Español – Latinoamérica (espanja – Lat. Am.)
Ελληνικά (kreikka)
Français (ranska)
Italiano (italia)
Bahasa Indonesia (indonesia)
Magyar (unkari)
Nederlands (hollanti)
Norsk (norja)
Polski (puola)
Português (portugali – Portugali)
Português – Brasil (portugali – Brasilia)
Română (romania)
Русский (venäjä)
Svenska (ruotsi)
Türkçe (turkki)
Tiếng Việt (vietnam)
Українська (ukraina)
Ilmoita käännösongelmasta
it was 2011. we were in the valve jr-pro north east ohio payload chamionship game. i was Cockring Gamings heavy main... "was"...
we were defending the final checkpoint. my medic (and best friend Cowabunga peppermill sr) was ubering me. there was 15 seconds left. i decided to push, but little did i know they were preparing for an pub push...
i turned back as soon as i saw, and i made it, but my best friend (and medic) died... we ended up tying and losing in sudden death.
ive been going to therapy twice a week for 11 years now. the trama that is why i work alone.
Nothing against you, i just dont need a medic to heal me... i havent for 11 years...