- bottom frags always the yapper

Erm... literally mrrrp mrow :3

pookie :((((

There I was, fried out of my mind, playing mirage solo queue on a friday night. Ya know, the works. I ended up being queued up with a few good ass players. Including this man, name of Zack.

His name was something else during that fateful game, however he needed to change his alias. After word got out of his heroic feats, he was sought after for his transcendent visual prowess and ability to tap into flow state at will. He needed a way to dodge the feds.

There we were, second half. T side. down 9-15. I was just about ready to take one last hit of bud, hit the sack, then go to bed.

Out of thin air, a gust of something sweet crossed my nostrils, as well as the nostrils of all 4 of my teammates. Including Zackary, of course. This will of fire within all of us. This enigmatic, but euphoric wave of energy that whispered, "you guys are something special. Something this world is not ready for yet." All of a sudden, it all clicked.

10-15
WHAM!

11-15
BOOYAH BABY!

12-15
Me - "These guys are actually garbage."
Sampai - "They really are"

13-15
UP THE WAZOO!

14-15
HOLY ♥♥♥♥ ONE MORE BABY

The last round of the game. We've come so far.

I began feeling like my old self again. All this pressure. All this monkey jibber jabber in my brain, telling me this was a hoax and I was finna lose this john. And the majority of the whole squad felt this exact same way.

But not one of us. Not Zack.

14-15
5v5
I blink
...

Zack v 4
¬_¬

Zack v 3
(• ε •)

Zack v 2
ಠ_ಠ
Zack v 1
◉_◉
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Terrorists Win
15-15
༼ つ ಥ_ಥ ༽つ


My comrade. He had it in him the whole time. He had the brains, the aim, the calmness.

He had the team in his heart.

In that moment, we all did.

ok weeb

hmmmmmmm, looks like a weeb to me idk...