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Brandenburg, Germany
3 ratings 
“They help contain my full power so I don’t completely ♥♥♥♥ on these kids.”
Then this absolute menace bunny-hopped out the door like movement tech was enabled IRL. The automatic doors didn’t even have time to open—his strafing was just that clean.
If you THINK you’re good at FPS games, you’ve never played against this dude.
He doesn’t aim with his mouse; the bullets pathfind toward his will.
He doesn’t queue into matches; matches queue for HIM.
Cross his lobby at your own risk.