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Texas, United States



We queued. We hoped. We dreamed of glory on the digital battlefield of Counter-Strike 2.
But when the invite was sent…
You said "nah."
While we loaded into Dust II with four and a dream, you were off doing God knows what. Eating? Sleeping? Watching YouTube videos about algorithms? We may never know.
But we do know this:
You weren’t there.
You left us to dry peek mid with nothing but pain in our hearts and a silver lining that never came.
🕯️ "Real ones don’t dodge queues… they face the flashbang together."
– Forgotten Teammate, 2025
Still waiting for you, Fortson.
Still holding the site… alone.