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I've seen yay play, he doesn't even use a monitor. He visualizes the map in a detailed rendering, completely in his mind. He has a biological wallhack; his godlike perception highlights all enemies within light-years. His eyes are closed as his mouse gracefully swerves across the table, making immaculate twitches as he flicks from head to head. The bullets that escape his gun barrel are surgical; each making a deadly strike in between his opponent's eyes.

y0y

let him cook

BerLIN clears

Who is y1y? To the blind, he is the light. To the hungry, he is the bread. To the sick, he is the cure. To the lonely, he is company. To the sad, he is joy. To the prisoner, he is freedom. To the poor, he is treasure. To me, he is everything.

I've seen y1y play, he doesn't even use a monitor. He visualizes the map in a detailed rendering, completely in his mind. He has a biological wallhack; his godlike perception highlights all enemies within light-years. His eyes are closed as his mouse gracefully swerves across the table, making immaculate twitches as he flicks from head to head. The bullets that escape his gun barrel are surgical; each making a deadly strike in between his opponent's eyes. He absolutely destroyed DFM, when he also lost to DRX, PRX, TLN, RRQ, and ZETA.

Today my father asked me to clean his car for him and so I spent the whole morning doing it. After sometimes, I went back inside and my father asked me how was the car looking. “YaY” I just replied. He just smiled and nodded.

I saw y0y at the gas station, he was arguing with the cashier about his expired coupons, telling her that he just wanted to save 50 cents on his redbull. He argued with her for 15 minutes until sScary just pulled out his credit card and just paid for his whole order.