Loud would have had to play either prx or fnatic anyway keep crying lmao
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Loud would have had to play either prx or fnatic anyway keep crying lmao
Hate boner against na
The top bracket looks so hype dude
Loud v fnc
Prx v loud
Or
Prx v fnc
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Idk bro I just blast Playboi Carti and Travis Scott
Crying that heās not on the team š¢š¢š¢
Thatās great that youāre loyal
A group of people some who are on c9 and some not
C9 2-1 RRQ
Canāt even support your own team u leech š¤£š¤£š¤£
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten loreā
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
āāTis some visitor,ā I muttered, ātapping at my chamber doorā
Only this and nothing more.ā
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;āvainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrowāsorrow for the lost Lenoreā
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenoreā
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled meāfilled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
āāTis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber doorā
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;ā
This it is and nothing more.ā
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
āSir,ā said I, āor Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard youāāhere I opened wide the door;ā
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, āLenore?ā
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, āLenore!āā
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
āSurely,ā said I, āsurely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery exploreā
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;ā
āTis the wind and nothing more!ā
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber doorā
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber doorā
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
āThough thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,ā I said, āart sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shoreā
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Nightās Plutonian shore!ā
Quoth the Raven āNevermore.ā
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaningālittle relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber doorā
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as āNevermore.ā
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he utteredānot a feather then he flutteredā
Till I scarcely more than muttered āOther friends have flown beforeā
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.ā
Then the bird said āNevermore.ā
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
āDoubtless,ā said I, āwhat it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden boreā
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of āNeverānevermoreā.ā
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yoreā
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking āNevermore.ā
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosomās core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushionās velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated oāer,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating oāer,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
āWretch,ā I cried, āthy God hath lent theeāby these angels he hath sent thee
Respiteārespite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!ā
Quoth the Raven āNevermore.ā
āProphet!ā said I, āthing of evil!āprophet still, if bird or devil!ā
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchantedā
On this home by Horror hauntedātell me truly, I imploreā
Is thereāis there balm in Gilead?ātell meātell me, I implore!ā
Quoth the Raven āNevermore.ā
āProphet!ā said I, āthing of evil!āprophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above usāby that God we both adoreā
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenoreā
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.ā
Quoth the Raven āNevermore.ā
āBe that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!ā I shrieked, upstartingā
āGet thee back into the tempest and the Nightās Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!āquit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!ā
Quoth the Raven āNevermore.ā
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demonās that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light oāer him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be liftedānevermore!
Blud still thinks heās on the team š¤£š¤£š¤£
Blud thinks heās on the team š¤£š¤£š¤£š¤£š¤£
Watch NRG die to judge š¤£š¤£š¤£š¤£š¤£š¤£š¤£š¤£š¤£
Fuck it and just pull a csgo
OK OK OK LET ME COOK
itās a regular competitive but itās first to 23
And only 5 stacks can queue
You get double the rr