Junior
Joined: 19 Apr 2017
Posts: 8
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| It was the 29th round on Mirage. Match point. We were broke. My team, "Phantom," was down 15-13 against the European champions, "Aurora." Our economy was a wasteland of pistols and desperation. Aurora knew it. They pushed mid with the confidence of gods, their AKs gleaming with expensive skins. We lost A site in seconds. It was a 2v5, me and our rookie sniper, "Frost," hiding in the shadows of B apartments with nothing but a P250 and a dream. |
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