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Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States


HARK! Gather ye warriors of Counter-Strike, for I bring tale of a man whose honor rivals the greatest knights of old. Upon the sacred battlefield, beneath the watchful gaze of Lord Gaben, we forged a solemn wager: should I defeat him, he would bestow upon me the most forbidden treasure in all the realm...
**FEET PICS.**
And thus battle commenced. Flashes blinded allies, AWPs thundered, and cries of “HE'S ONE SHOT!” echoed through the kingdom. At last, through courage and questionable peeks, I emerged VICTORIOUS.
Many cowards would have fled, blocked me, or cried “bro I was joking.”
**BUT NOT THIS MAN.**
NAY! He honored the ancient pact and delivered the sacred images as promised.
Bells rang. Peasants rejoiced. The King himself wept.
Let this +REP stand forever as testimony: his aim may fail and his rank may fall, but HIS WORD IS IRON.
**+REP — KNIGHT OF CS, KEEPER OF OATHS, PAYER OF WAGERS, AND LORD PROTECTOR OF THE SACRED TOES. HUZZAH!**