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San Diego, California, United States
sneaking out at night and humping the Wendy’s restaurant sign with sharp
metal edges. I still have scars on my crotch.
Bill, silent, throws the decoy straight up A ramp — it lands perfectly in Palace, bounces twice, rattles. CTs think it’s a push, rotate TWO players up.
Bill slips into connector like a jungle cat, one-taps mid-window AWPer while moving (???), grabs the AWP mid-air, quick-switches, wallbangs the catwalk rifler through short’s corner.
Enemy starts panicking: “WHERE IS HE?”
Bill walks through jungle, jumpscopes CT in ticket booth — pure witchcraft. Last two CTs stuck on B, clueless.
He strolls to A, plants, sets an unholy off-angle on triple. Final CTs sprint in — first jumps from jungle, insta-dinked mid-air. Last peeks stairs, eats a no-scope to chest.
Defusing? No. “gg” in all chat before they hit the ground.
Bill didn’t say a word the whole game.