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A couple of weeks later, we’re playing every night—just a solid CS friendship.
One day, he says, “Wanna FaceTime during the next match? Makes it more fun.”
I agree.
He answers the call completely naked, wearing just a headset and holding a Glock. Not the CS one—a real one.
He says,
“Every time I miss a shot, I take off a piece of clothing.”
I instantly left the call, blocked him, and never queued with him again.
His Steam bio now says:
“I WILL BOMB YOUR ASS.”
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