While I sneak up behind you, and shoot off your knees.
When I stick your teammate right next to you
and stare at his face until I yell "Ka-BOOOOOM!"
I fear being downed with an OP nearby,
for he will comms hack me, and I will then die.
But you, with your dumbness being so profound,
don't comms hack or disguise- just melee me on the ground.
While you camp on a ledge and snipe my teammates
I throw a flashbang, and you fall down on your face.
You're disguised face is very easy to spot,
for it's MINE- I pull out a mossington-"BOOM! HEADSHOT!"
Yes, you will say "I'M NOT DUMB!"
Really? You walked into a room full of sentries, turning you into a bloody gum.
Oh, the simpleton scrub, your stupid ways have helped me- or so it seemed...
But when I look next game... you have joined my team.
EDIT: Just a few things that seem to happen a lot to me, in poem form. Thought it up as I went.
