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hey, sorry I saw your profile and I just thought you looked cute in your picture, I really wanted to tell you that)) It's really rare to see girls playing video games haha! I don't know why its a guy thing honestly im like really against misogyny and like ill be the one in the kitchen making sandwiches. We should really play l4d2 sometime its a really cool zombie game with a lot of scary moments, but don't worry ill be there to protect you ;) sorry that wasnt flirting I swear Im just trying to be friendly I really like your profile picture sorry was that too far? Really sorry i'm really shy I don't go out much haha add me on skype we should talk more you look really nice and fun xxx
Lower ranks, everyone sucks by definition. You meet the rare smurf but it shouldn’t be hard for a someone decent player to escape. Higher ranks, you’re on an even playing field. You’re facing opponents who didn’t get here by accident, so things like sapience and object permanence are assumed knowledge. There’s a common skill base to build off at the very least. Silver Elite Master? That’s the Abyss. No man’s land. A hell of our own creation. A realm of pure chaos, even, where nothing is certain and the universe remains in a state of flux. Let me give you an example. You log onto CSGO and queue up. You match into 5 Penis Jimmies, who, judging by their vomit-inducing plays, all seem to be suffering from some kind of degenerative brain disease. One afks halfway through the match to iron all the remaining wrinkles from his brain, and upon returning, makes a baffling rush into palace as bomb carrier as his teammates full send B. Needless to say, he does not survive, and is kicked moments later The next game your opponents are a 5 stack of rogue Russian super AIs from the year 2459. Also contained within its Time Machine were убийца богов, their entry fragger who can see into the near future to place their crosshair directly into any angle you peek and solos your 4 stack on A. It will soon manifest a corporeal body soon so that it can head shot you in real life as well. Over sixteen thousand replays from different timelines of the match you are about to have, all of which result in a 16-0 win for them and have been downloaded directly into their electronic brains. You lose in half an hour and убийца богов is now en route to your location. Unaware of this, you queue up for a third game- can’t end on a loss, after all. Your next foe is a team consisting of 5 Penis Jimmies once again… but in the 40 minutes since you last faced him, They have somehow gained perfect movement and accuracy and the ability to read minds through the internet. After a frankly humiliating 11 rounds, Penis Jimmy and his friends succumb to their degenerative brain disease once more and inexplicably kicks 3 players again, securing your victory for the second time. Having ended the session net positive, you close CSGO just in time for убийца богов to enter your house, decapitate you and absorb your knowledge to be entered into the Matrix. No seriously, it’s that bad.