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Rhyd0n lft Medic
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Rang demo for our team once last season. Good attitude, cool headed and polite. I would ring him again.
Managed to survive low open and still wants to play TF2.
Rang demo for our team once last season. Good attitude, cool headed and polite. I would ring him again.
Managed to survive low open and still wants to play TF2.
Managed to survive low open and still wants to play TF2.
Cool guy, very willing to learn and very committed
Cool guy, very willing to learn and very committed
Good dude, lived through S18 despite only having ffws, a 6v5 win, and post-mortem mumble discussions.
Good dude, lived through S18 despite only having ffws, a 6v5 win, and post-mortem mumble discussions.
Fun guy to play with, takes comms seriously and is usually never out of position on medic. (Not so sure about his demo though ;) )
Fun guy to play with, takes comms seriously and is usually never out of position on medic. (Not so sure about his demo though ;) )
he was good at demo. didn see a ton of his med play, but im confident that it would be strong
he was good at demo. didn see a ton of his med play, but im confident that it would be strong
Rhy is a sweetheart, hes been on 2 low-open teams in a row, and still has the urge to play TF2. With a good pocket to direct Rhy, he could be a great demo/medic. Hes always kept a chill head while Ive subbed for his team, even when his other members may get a bit upset. Hes okay with taking criticism, as well as giving it out when needed. Please get him on a team where the guys can maintain the same freezer chill he has. Pick this guy up!
Rhy is a sweetheart, hes been on 2 low-open teams in a row, and still has the urge to play TF2. With a good pocket to direct Rhy, he could be a great demo/medic. Hes always kept a chill head while Ive subbed for his team, even when his other members may get a bit upset. Hes okay with taking criticism, as well as giving it out when needed. Please get him on a team where the guys can maintain the same freezer chill he has. Pick this guy up!
really nice guy, never loses his cool. never a toxic person to be around. is a pyro main approach with caution
really nice guy, never loses his cool. never a toxic person to be around. is a pyro main approach with caution
Never seen him play med before but he is a nice guy and should be a solid med if he puts in the effort.
Never seen him play med before but he is a nice guy and should be a solid med if he puts in the effort.
Very solid demo, can go far with the right team. If he does end up playing next season, then he'd be a great pickup to round out a team.
Very solid demo, can go far with the right team. If he does end up playing next season, then he'd be a great pickup to round out a team.
Definitely a decent pickup on med, and a really nice guy in general.
Definitely a decent pickup on med, and a really nice guy in general.
Oh man, couldn't find the thread for a second.
Still looking!
Oh man, couldn't find the thread for a second.
Still looking!
Still looking!
I remember one day in middle school when I was being bullied by my fellow classmates for not being socially up to date, for being too awkward, and for being a student straight from Asia. My classmates would always pull terrible pranks on me like making me eat frogs raw, and putting spaghetti in my pockets so that they fall out whenever I get out of my seat to do anything. They always laughed and said things like "rare pepe" and things I didn't understand at the time to make me even more irritated. I suffered physical trauma from them in PE as well, constantly getting airshot across the gym and coming home lit, destroyed, ripped, raped, and shit on. My parents never understood my troubles and neglected them because they were too busy farming rice all the time.
However, one particular day it became absolutely unbearable when these classmates took all of my school supplies and made horrific "memes" about the staff, and because my English was no good, I could not sufficiently depend my schoolmates shifting the entirety of the blame on me. But that was only the beginning. After school, as I was about to leave the campus, downtrodden and in a deeper emotional and disciplinary ditch than I've ever been in before, I was stopped by a horde of students of various ages, perhaps my classmates and their older siblings. They kidnapped me against my will and threw me into a dark and abandoned warehouse where I was locked in for what felt like eternity.
I was so afraid and alone, hearing ominous sounds and worrying for my life. It grew so cold, and it did not help that I started to worry for my own well-being. I started to question life, reality, and the world's works. Why do people go so far to make others' lives miserable? Why me?
An eon passed, and I slowly started to lose consciousness and grip on my life. I couldn't bear to look down at my emaciated body, nor could I think about food or water as my hunger and thirst were lethally painful to think about at this point.
Then I heard a very unfamiliar voice coming from the direction of the door, sounding like an angel that has come to save me, saying: "Let me teach you something important, boy: Jet fuel can't melt steel beams." I did not even bother to question whether or not it was I that he was talking to, but all of a sudden I heard that voice spout what even I could recognize as an incantation consisting entirely of dank memes. The sound of the steel lock breaking followed, resembling the sound of pearly gates opening in my mind, and in walked the man whom I have come to know as Rhyd0n, the man who taught me everything. After nursing me back to health with his medical prowess, he then swore to avenge me. I admired his charity, and his knowledge of basically everything. He taught me about dank memes, pepes, and how to not be awkward. He taught me how to become one to be respected, not to be oppressed. Most importantly of all though, he taught me how to be a man, doing what I had thought my parent had failed to do. After going back to school I instantly showed what I learned from Rhyd0n and earned instant respect. My formerly oppressive classmates swooned over my newly acquired deathmatch abilities, and now I am obtaining my third doctorate in Computer Science, happily married to a gorgeous wife who gave birth to two beautiful children. I, and the rest of my family, owe our lives to Rhyd0n. Please give him the opportunities that he gave me. I may not be able to ever repay him in full, but I can always do what I can to help him carry out his own dreams that he had set aside to help me chase mine.
Thank you for your consideration.
I remember one day in middle school when I was being bullied by my fellow classmates for not being socially up to date, for being too awkward, and for being a student straight from Asia. My classmates would always pull terrible pranks on me like making me eat frogs raw, and putting spaghetti in my pockets so that they fall out whenever I get out of my seat to do anything. They always laughed and said things like "rare pepe" and things I didn't understand at the time to make me even more irritated. I suffered physical trauma from them in PE as well, constantly getting airshot across the gym and coming home lit, destroyed, ripped, raped, and shit on. My parents never understood my troubles and neglected them because they were too busy farming rice all the time.
However, one particular day it became absolutely unbearable when these classmates took all of my school supplies and made horrific "memes" about the staff, and because my English was no good, I could not sufficiently depend my schoolmates shifting the entirety of the blame on me. But that was only the beginning. After school, as I was about to leave the campus, downtrodden and in a deeper emotional and disciplinary ditch than I've ever been in before, I was stopped by a horde of students of various ages, perhaps my classmates and their older siblings. They kidnapped me against my will and threw me into a dark and abandoned warehouse where I was locked in for what felt like eternity.
I was so afraid and alone, hearing ominous sounds and worrying for my life. It grew so cold, and it did not help that I started to worry for my own well-being. I started to question life, reality, and the world's works. Why do people go so [i]far[/i] to make others' lives miserable? Why me?
An eon passed, and I slowly started to lose consciousness and grip on my life. I couldn't bear to look down at my emaciated body, nor could I think about food or water as my hunger and thirst were lethally painful to think about at this point.
Then I heard a very unfamiliar voice coming from the direction of the door, sounding like an angel that has come to save me, saying: "Let me teach you something important, boy: Jet fuel can't melt steel beams." I did not even bother to question whether or not it was I that he was talking to, but all of a sudden I heard that voice spout what even I could recognize as an incantation consisting entirely of dank memes. The sound of the steel lock breaking followed, resembling the sound of pearly gates opening in my mind, and in walked the man whom I have come to know as Rhyd0n, the man who taught me everything. After nursing me back to health with his medical prowess, he then swore to avenge me. I admired his charity, and his knowledge of basically everything. He taught me about dank memes, pepes, and how to not be awkward. He taught me how to become one to be respected, not to be oppressed. Most importantly of all though, he taught me how to be a man, doing what I had thought my parent had failed to do. After going back to school I instantly showed what I learned from Rhyd0n and earned instant respect. My formerly oppressive classmates swooned over my newly acquired deathmatch abilities, and now I am obtaining my third doctorate in Computer Science, happily married to a gorgeous wife who gave birth to two beautiful children. I, and the rest of my family, owe our lives to Rhyd0n. Please give him the opportunities that he gave me. I may not be able to ever repay him in full, but I can always do what I can to help him carry out his own dreams that he had set aside to help me chase mine.
Thank you for your consideration.
However, one particular day it became absolutely unbearable when these classmates took all of my school supplies and made horrific "memes" about the staff, and because my English was no good, I could not sufficiently depend my schoolmates shifting the entirety of the blame on me. But that was only the beginning. After school, as I was about to leave the campus, downtrodden and in a deeper emotional and disciplinary ditch than I've ever been in before, I was stopped by a horde of students of various ages, perhaps my classmates and their older siblings. They kidnapped me against my will and threw me into a dark and abandoned warehouse where I was locked in for what felt like eternity.
I was so afraid and alone, hearing ominous sounds and worrying for my life. It grew so cold, and it did not help that I started to worry for my own well-being. I started to question life, reality, and the world's works. Why do people go so [i]far[/i] to make others' lives miserable? Why me?
An eon passed, and I slowly started to lose consciousness and grip on my life. I couldn't bear to look down at my emaciated body, nor could I think about food or water as my hunger and thirst were lethally painful to think about at this point.
Then I heard a very unfamiliar voice coming from the direction of the door, sounding like an angel that has come to save me, saying: "Let me teach you something important, boy: Jet fuel can't melt steel beams." I did not even bother to question whether or not it was I that he was talking to, but all of a sudden I heard that voice spout what even I could recognize as an incantation consisting entirely of dank memes. The sound of the steel lock breaking followed, resembling the sound of pearly gates opening in my mind, and in walked the man whom I have come to know as Rhyd0n, the man who taught me everything. After nursing me back to health with his medical prowess, he then swore to avenge me. I admired his charity, and his knowledge of basically everything. He taught me about dank memes, pepes, and how to not be awkward. He taught me how to become one to be respected, not to be oppressed. Most importantly of all though, he taught me how to be a man, doing what I had thought my parent had failed to do. After going back to school I instantly showed what I learned from Rhyd0n and earned instant respect. My formerly oppressive classmates swooned over my newly acquired deathmatch abilities, and now I am obtaining my third doctorate in Computer Science, happily married to a gorgeous wife who gave birth to two beautiful children. I, and the rest of my family, owe our lives to Rhyd0n. Please give him the opportunities that he gave me. I may not be able to ever repay him in full, but I can always do what I can to help him carry out his own dreams that he had set aside to help me chase mine.
Thank you for your consideration.
I accidentally renewed my ESEA premium, so i'm definitely looking to play, whether it be medic or demo.
I accidentally renewed my ESEA premium, so i'm definitely looking to play, whether it be medic or demo.
good gamer and a fun player would recommend anyday.
good gamer and a fun player would recommend anyday.
As previously stated, he gets laid so much and is weirdly humble about it.
As previously stated, he gets laid so much and is weirdly humble about it.
I can play demo for your open team as well, I just want to play video games with cool people.
I can play demo for your open team as well, I just want to play video games with cool people.
3 days left and im getting pretty worried, I would like to tryout for anything at this point.
3 days left and im getting pretty worried, I would like to tryout for anything at this point.
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