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Counter Strike

ugh im bored again and now i have to read instead i plug up the 360 and there are hundreds of fools online that i am about to beat BOOM! goes a frag grenade im dead and now i have to wait -this is the time that i stop to think this game is about who see's who first shoot that motha fucka down and make em eat the dirt but this universe is limited to the power of the mind so i ask the great mirror to inform me a tickle or a feeling when someone on this planet has saw me so i can turn around and duck and take em out a steady three round burst his body takes the rounds and its energy is now inert a new ability i have found im not sure how but i -magine that there is an electrical signal set off by a person sent into the network that we all were born in I let myself be open to its broadcast and i turn around and put em on his ass. Counter Strike
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ry-el
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Nov 18, 2011
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