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High/Mid Skill, 6v6
sek
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I'm lft for season 28, would like to try high for a change or a top mid team
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i can play pocket/roamer for both classes
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top lad
He has amazing DM but might need to practice his epic jump maps a bit more B) Either way he has lots of potential and he’s solid on both scout and soldier, also really chill and friendly in Mumble
well good on soldier
oh ye fokin bastard ye
great gamer, has a sexy voice too
itd be a mistake if you didnt pick him up, so do it 8)
https://imgur.com/a/QhtZZ
bumpa
bad cards agiants humanity gamer -rep
Deserves a chance in high
cuck
https://clips.twitch.tv/ArtsyThankfulPorpoiseFreakinStinkin
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up. No!
I covered my ears with my pillow as my alarm clock went off. It was Saturday! I wasn’t about to get up on a Saturday morning because I forgot to turn off my alarm clock. Instead of the annoying buzz I only heard the words “get up”, and all I could do was resist following those orders. I reached a hand out to destroy the worst invention made by humankind, but I couldn’t find it. Why did I put my alarm clock that far away? I moaned, it looked like I’d have to get up.
Swinging my legs off the side of the bed, I rubbed my eyes, blinking multiple times to get used to the light. Well, there it was. Same old room, same old posters, same old bed. Every day, waking up and seeing the same thing. I think I died a little on the inside. Maybe, after eighty years, I’ll have died so much on the inside that I’d die. Maybe that’s how life works, every day you wake up and a little part of you dies, and it just takes ninety or so years to fully kill you.
I dismissed the thoughts, standing up on the cold wood floor and smashing the button atop my alarm clock. I made my way to the bathroom, ready to face the stranger I’d see in the mirror. There I was. An average teenager with his eyes drooping because he’d waken up too early. Yup, that was me. I’ve never been fond of myself, but the next option was stealing somebody else’s face, and that probably wouldn’t work out so well. Oh well, I felt an emptiness inside; it was time for breakfast.
Lethargic wasn’t even an adequate adjective to describe my descent. By the time I had gotten to the bottom of the steps, I had already forgotten why I’d bothered to come down in the first place. Thankfully, my stomach reminded me. Even though my body wanted to go back under the covers, my brain led me to the kitchen.
Thank God my parents were away for the week, I had planned some craazzyy parties in the coming days. Man, daydreaming at breakfast was so much fun. Cereal. Bowl. Milk. Spoon. Eat. One word commands were all my brain could come up with, which meant today was going to be a walking day.