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Lithuania
⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⢀⣴⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⡿⠿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠹⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣏⣰⢿⣻⣽⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣯⣟⡻⣷⣄⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⠋⣝⣻⣭⣝⣛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣻⣭⣭⣟⣂⠙⢿⣿⣿
⣿⣟⣡⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⣿⡝⣿⣿⡿⣡⣾⠿⠛⠻⢿⣿⣿⡦⣻⣿
⡿⠅⣿⣿⣟⠋⠀⠀⠰⠮⢿⢸⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠲⢸⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿
⣿⡟⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⢹⣿⣿⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⡿⢸⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡜⢿⣿⣿⣶⣴⣶⡿⣡⣾⣿⣷⡙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢟⣱⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣷⣭⣩⣉⣩⣽⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣬⣭⣭⣵⠀⠉⢿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⢉⣠⣶⣿⡿⣿
⣿⣎⢿⣿⢷⣦⣍⡉⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠉⣉⣡⣴⣶⣿⣿⣿⡟⣾⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣝⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣷⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢟⣫⣾⣿⣿
⣷⡘⢤⣙⣋⣴⣧⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣴⣾⡃⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⢀⣿⣧⣤⡈⡙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⣌⠻⣿⣿
⣿⡇⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⠛⣿⣿⣿⡉⣶⣶⣿⣿⡇⢻⣿
⣿⠅⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠂⠛⣿⣿⠂⠸⢿⣿⣿⣧⢸⣿
⣿⡅⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⣴⣾⣿⣦⡙⠟⣠⣾⣦⡙⢿⣿⠨⣿
⣿⠇⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣗⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⢀⣿⢂⣿
⢋⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢻⣟⣡⣥⣶⣬⡙⣿⣿⠋⣼⣟⢰⣿
⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⢡⣾⣿⣿⣦⠹
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣦⣦⣦⣦⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧
In neon haze the maps unfold,
Mirage sands burn, Dust’s paths grow old.
Footsteps whisper—silent, slow—
Til chaos blooms where flashes glow.
A pop of smoke, a drifting veil,
A site turned ghostly, thin and pale.
Through shifting clouds the angles bend,
Where every pixel is a friend—
Or foe who waits with held-down breath
To trade your hope for sudden death.
A bomb is planted, ticking loud,
The team moves tight, a living cloud.
A clutch remains: one player left,
A calm within the coded heft.
Crosshair steady. Mind is steel.
A flick, a tap—recoil, feel.
The crowd erupts in text and screams,
A highlight born for future memes.
Oh CS2, your rounds so brief,
Yet full of triumph, joy, and grief.
We chase the ranks, we tilt, we cheer—
Return again, year after year.
For in your world of skill and strife,
We play a faster, sharper life.