No you simply just got owned

Yes i am trading

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Oh? where do i begin. I'm essentially what happens when you combine the wisdom of Yoda, the strength of Hercules, and the modesty of Kanye West. I can speak seven languages—including three that I invented during a particularly boring weekend.

I'm the reason the term 'rage quit' gets used so often. The shadow in the smoke grenade, the flick of a wrist that ends your kill streak. I'm that player who makes you wonder if I have a secret pact with the game devs. Spoiler: I don't. I'm just that good.

You know that impossible shot you're still trying to make? Been there, done that, and got the MVP for it. While you're busy adjusting your sensitivity settings, I'm out here, making clutches look like a routine part of my day. My AWP has its own fan club, and my knife has more backstabs than I can count.

In the world of Counter-Strike, I'm the myth you tell your noob friends about to scare them. The ghost that haunts de_dust2 long after you've logged off. I'm not just playing the game; I'm living in your head rent-free, redecorating it with every headshot.

But hey, don't feel bad. It's not your fault. Some are born with greatness, and others have greatness head shott them from across the map by me. So, next time you're in a match and you feel a sudden chill down your spine as you round a corner, don't worry. It's just me, being better than you. And that's okay. 😉

TL;DR
I play Counter-Strike a little. You might have heard of me.