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*based on a true story. Well kinda.
Thesun was beaming down from the light blue sky and the name з России с любовью popped on the bottom left of the screen. Soon after, names started to appear one after another. The names: Emil Kali, Dumbass rock, and Girraffe joined the match.
The warmup time was clicking repeatedly as you hear the clicking of items being bought. Each terrorist each having a unique feature. One with a P-250 sand dune (wtf, who would buy a p250 sand dune for warmup.) One with a dragonlore and purple gloves that would shine brighter than the sun (fuk you dude, rich kid, no skill) and lastly one with a 100$ inventory.
Oh wait I forgot one, з России с любовью had an empty inventory and seems to be afk.
The warmup clock was down to three minutes as the terrorists were getting spawn peaked (cuz they suck shit). Suddenly the russian jerked up. In the blink of an eye all 5 enemies were shot dead and a scratching squeaking and sounds of russian swear words came out.
"cyka blyat roosh B"
"Wtf man it's still warm up." said the dumbass rock.
"foking american nob, cyka blyat u democratic pig."
The warmup clock ticked down to one minute sixty nine seconds. The Counter-Terriosts were gaining ground again. But this time Giraffe pulled out a RPG (cuz you can buy that 100% no scam) and the missile shot, penetrating some random Dick from the Counter-Terriosts.
"foking amuercan huker. I wil repurt yu."
"So where are we going for round one," Emil Kali asks, the clocked started beeping 10, 9,
"fok u amorican I vil found raup u." 5, 4,
"that's kinda mean..."
3, 2, 1. Match has been canceled Fgt Liang has recieved a 7 day ban.
"fuk u amerooooican I will-"
