I will probably agree with you and I say h a lot.



(Everything I write is fictional, in purpose of making a high-quality atmosphere, unless my grammar is on high level [that's when I'm serious])




Currently holding record for most 404 threads in a row: 17

















Currently holding record for the fastest 404 thread: 47 seconds.
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Taking a break from HLTV, not gonna embarrass myself as usual. (again xD)













I'm back for a short period of time.














Taking a break from HLTV, not gonna embarrass myself as usual.


























If you are reading this, I'm currently banned, have a great day!
25.11.2024.







not anymore lmao



























Not a fan anymore.











































































































pain (not anymore, happier than ever)



































My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead, murdered by my brother-in-law Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, Hank came to me with a rather, shocking proposition. He asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using his connections in the drug world. Connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded, I... I always thought that Hank was a very moral man and I was... thrown, confused, but I was also particularly vulnerable at the time, something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me on a ride along, and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin so I agreed. Every day, I think back at that moment with regret. I quickly realized that I was in way over my head, and Hank had a partner, a man named Gustavo Fring, a businessman. Hank essentially sold me into servitude to this man, and when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn.
Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling out. From what I can gather, Hank was always pushing for a greater share of the business, to which Fring flatly refused to give him, and things escalated. Fring was able to arrange, uh I guess I guess you call it a "hit" on my brother-in-law, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured, and I wound up paying his medical bills which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge, working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring, and did so. In fact, the bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen in the ranks to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA, and about that time, to keep me in line, he took my children from me. For 3 months he kept them. My wife, who up until that point, had no idea of my criminal activities, was horrified to learn what I had done, why Hank had taken our children. We were scared. I was in Hell, I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, to end this nightmare, and in response, he gave me this. I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. I... All I could think to do was to make this video in hope that the world will finally see this man, for what he really is.













































I quit.







































































I'm back somehow.






































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Oh, the Brazilian crowd? Yeah, totally the quiet, reserved type. You know, the kind of people who sit silently in the stands, politely golf-clapping after every play, and only occasionally whispering to their neighbor about the game. No flags waving, no drums banging, just... peaceful serenity. You’d barely notice they’re there, honestly.
















































CEMEN_BAKIN is a rising star in the Counter-Strike scene, but don’t let the name fool you—he’s serious about one thing: clutches. Hailing from a small town where Wi-Fi was scarce and headshots even scarcer, CEMEN_BAKIN spent his formative years practicing on a potato-powered laptop with just two functional keys. Despite these humble beginnings, he honed a playstyle that can only be described as “unpredictable”—teammates never know if he’ll go for the bomb defuse or pull out his knife for an impromptu cooking class in the middle of a firefight.

Known for his ability to 360-no-scope while simultaneously eating a sandwich, CEMEN_BAKIN is feared for his unconventional tactics. Rumor has it that he doesn’t warm up with aim trainers—he warms up by wrestling with his internet connection. Whether he's leading his team to victory or accidentally flash-banging his entire squad (twice), he always manages to turn chaos into comedy.

His signature move? The "Bakin Bomb," where he plants the bomb, then immediately runs the wrong way, leaving everyone on edge. Yet, somehow, he’s always there just in time to clutch the round, as if the universe bends to his will (or maybe it's just lag).

As he climbs the ranks, one thing’s for sure: with CEMEN_BAKIN in the server, you never know what’s coming next—except laughter. And maybe a perfectly timed smoke grenade…into his own spawn.











































































Falcons are birds of prey in the genus Falco, which includes about 40 species. Falcons are widely distributed on all continents of the world except Antarctica, though closely related raptors did occur there in the Eocene.






























































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