moara ma ta de german

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+rep
BOT XLRDMX doesn’t play CS2. He conducts it. Each round is an audio-visual masterpiece composed in pure chaos minor.

He never throws nades – not because he forgets, but because explosions mess with his internal rhythm.
His aim? Quantisiert.
His brain? Clocked at 96kHz.
His vibe? A blend of rave, apocalypse and military precision.

Team's panicking? He’s adjusting EQ.
Bomb's ticking? He’s already defusing – emotionally and literally.

Turns out:

1. His mouse is powered by phantom voltage and caffeine fumes.

2. He once clutched blindfolded with a broken scroll wheel and an aux cable as a crosshair.

3. His footsteps are sampled, his bullets are beats, and his enemies? Just background noise in his mixtape.


+rep to the man who turned Counter-Strike into a waveform.
BOT XLRDMX: Half human, half sound system.

+rep carry

+rep good player
+rep nice m8

+rep guter mate