The one you blame for losing your game. Not much skill though I do still get my kills. My K/D R so low, never on radar, the cannon fodder, that's who I am so I don't stay sharp. I am the hunted, the runt runnin n gunnin, don't need no plan, just stand and assist my fellow man. The spotter, I am, the boy who cried wolf for the others to come defend. The aid is who I am, no MVP just a guy who wants to play and be part of the team. My aim-assist disabled, missin shots I lined up, repeat the process I'll eventually not ♥♥♥♥ up. I wish for that lucky chain to build up my fame, the only one who gets points for just playin the game, but I'll get better as a competitor, its through death that I learn. Not to jump to conclusions or delerious illusions but if I must focus on deceit as I sneak like the snake in the grass, the one you walk past only to get struck down real fast. Never fatal, but damage still done as I watch you bleed while you turn to run. Face me, never fear for I'm not some timid deer. If its my time to die then make it flashy, taunt me, because I'll come back to haunt thee. A soldier who died a million times but doesn't know fear.



I'm ♥♥♥♥.


NOTICE: Please do not attempt to add me or message me if its about TF2 Items, I am not interested in any offers made for them. No ammount of money or games are going to turn me away from keeping my collection so please try somewhere else. Thank you!