LimiNaL
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Registered: March 13, 2023
Last post: January 18, 2025 at 12:54 AM
Posts: 2008
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Loud would have had to play either prx or fnatic anyway keep crying lmao

posted about a year ago

Hate boner against na

posted about a year ago

We still in 2023 bud

posted about a year ago

The top bracket looks so hype dude
Loud v fnc
Prx v loud
Or
Prx v fnc

posted about a year ago

šŸ—£ļøCHINA IS NOT GETTING 8 ROUNDS OFF OF EGšŸ—£ļø

posted about a year ago

Thatā€™s a region match up so no

posted about a year ago

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posted about a year ago

Waffling

posted about a year ago

Idk bro I just blast Playboi Carti and Travis Scott

posted about a year ago

Finals show match

posted about a year ago

Nice :)

posted about a year ago

GroupedNed

posted about a year ago

I guess weā€™ll never know -yitler

posted about a year ago

Crying that heā€™s not on the team šŸ˜¢šŸ˜¢šŸ˜¢

posted about a year ago

Bro is pressed

posted about a year ago

Idkyk

posted about a year ago

Thatā€™s great that youā€™re loyal

posted about a year ago

Old fnatic

posted about a year ago

Yes

posted about a year ago

Finished team

posted about a year ago

W

posted about a year ago

Heā€™s not going to be seen again

posted about a year ago

A group of people some who are on c9 and some not

posted about a year ago

When did I cook u

posted about a year ago

Who are you

posted about a year ago

The instigator

posted about a year ago

Poe

posted about a year ago

Canā€™t even support your own team u leech šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£

posted about a year ago

Forever stuck in groups kkkkkkkk

posted about a year ago

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.
ā€œā€™Tis some visitor,ā€ I muttered, ā€œtapping 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;ā€”vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrowā€”sorrow 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 meā€”filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
ā€œā€™Tis 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,
ā€œSir,ā€ said I, ā€œor 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 youā€ā€”here 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, ā€œLenore?ā€
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, ā€œLenore!ā€ā€”
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.
ā€œSurely,ā€ said I, ā€œsurely 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€”
ā€™Tis 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,
ā€œThough thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,ā€ I said, ā€œart sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shoreā€”
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Nightā€™s Plutonian shore!ā€
Quoth the Raven ā€œNevermore.ā€

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaningā€”little 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 ā€œNevermore.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 utteredā€”not a feather then he flutteredā€”
Till I scarcely more than muttered ā€œOther friends have flown beforeā€”
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.ā€
Then the bird said ā€œNevermore.ā€

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
ā€œDoubtless,ā€ said I, ā€œwhat 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 ā€˜Neverā€”nevermoreā€™.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 ā€œNevermore.ā€

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosomā€™s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushionā€™s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated oā€™er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating oā€™er,
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.
ā€œWretch,ā€ I cried, ā€œthy God hath lent theeā€”by these angels he hath sent thee
Respiteā€”respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!ā€
Quoth the Raven ā€œNevermore.ā€

ā€œProphet!ā€ said I, ā€œthing of evil!ā€”prophet 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 hauntedā€”tell me truly, I imploreā€”
Is thereā€”is there balm in Gilead?ā€”tell meā€”tell me, I implore!ā€
Quoth the Raven ā€œNevermore.ā€

ā€œProphet!ā€ said I, ā€œthing of evil!ā€”prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above usā€”by 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 ā€œNevermore.ā€

ā€œBe that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!ā€ I shrieked, upstartingā€”
ā€œGet thee back into the tempest and the Nightā€™s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!ā€”quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!ā€
Quoth the Raven ā€œNevermore.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 demonā€™s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light oā€™er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be liftedā€”nevermore!

posted about a year ago

NotAbletogetoutofgroupsVI

posted about a year ago

No saving this dead org šŸ’€

posted about a year ago

NO. šŸ¤£

posted about a year ago

BuLGe gaming

posted about a year ago

Blud still thinks heā€™s on the team šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£

posted about a year ago

Split judge šŸ¤£

posted about a year ago

Who?

posted about a year ago

We love more emotions in the game šŸ„°

posted about a year ago

Blud thinks heā€™s on the team šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£

posted about a year ago

First to win by 13 trust

posted about a year ago

1-7 reference

posted about a year ago

YOURE BLIND TO THE INNOVATION

posted about a year ago

Rock paper scissors

posted about a year ago

Watch NRG die to judge šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£

posted about a year ago

Me šŸ’€

posted about a year ago

NO

posted about a year ago

EVEN BETTER

posted about a year ago

Fuck it and just pull a csgo

posted about a year ago

OK OK OK LET ME COOK

itā€™s a regular competitive but itā€™s first to 23

And only 5 stacks can queue

You get double the rr

posted about a year ago
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