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Baki, Azerbaijan 
In the realm of accuracy, my friend's aiming skills seem to possess a sense of wanderlust, often straying far from their intended mark. It's as if their crosshair leads a life of its own, exploring distant corners of the screen while the enemy remains unscathed. Yet, this erratic precision has become oddly endearing, an unintentional dance with hilarity.
Loadouts are another dimension of their gameplay. While most players wield the stalwart AK-47 or the swift AWP, my friend opts for a different path. Shotguns and submachine guns become their weapons of choice, even in scenarios that scream for long-range engagement. This seemingly illogical selection, however, forms a pattern as consistent as the sunrise.
Strategies, or lack thereof, add a layer of comedy to their gameplay.