-rep, kept dropping me bomb and asking me to join foreign militias

look at you, rounding up the powerpuff girls to come and press me on my own page, how pathetic. you don't wanna know how tough these knuckles are kid, stay in your own lane.

This player is fantastic, just needs to work on communication, aim, map awareness, crosshair placement, economy management, pistol aim, awp flicks, grenade spots, smoke spots, pop flashes, positioning, bomb plant positions, retake ability, bunny hopping, sound awareness, spray control and getting kills. Other than that he's a solid player

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This is even before I've started obsessing over you. So I'll come to your street right now and wait at the top of the road. I'll honk my horn three times, then you can come and bash me. I promise on my life I won't fight back. But just remember, that every sinister shadow, every creak of your floorboards could be me. Just waiting. Waiting to quietly sneak up on you to put a 4 inch blade between your c5 and c6 vertebrae, severing your spinal cord. Making sure you never walk again, or ♥♥♥♥ that pretty little missus of yours again. So I'm leaving for yours now, listen out for three honks in an hour or so.

Okay, I'll meet you somewhere. But just so you know, I'm a coward who doesn't like fighting. It's because of my borderline personality and OCD, I just stand there and not fight back. So I'll let you pound me into a bloody pulp, and let you feel like a bad ass. But, once I regain consciousness, my OCD will go into overdrive and I will spend every minute of everyday obsessing over you. I've already lifted enough information from your public profile to know where you work, your suburb and the nights you're home alone. I know what your house looks like, the name of the park down the street.