Consolegonna be casting the omni5 vs Velocity black game later if anyone wants to watch, trying to improve at casting
you don't wanna watch us lose
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[quote=Console]gonna be casting the omni5 vs Velocity black game later if anyone wants to watch, trying to improve at casting[/quote]
you don't wanna watch us lose
you don't wanna watch us lose
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when dippidy loses to omni5
when dippidy loses to omni5
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Consolegonna be casting the omni5 vs Velocity black game later if anyone wants to watch, trying to improve at casting
thanks to everyone who tuned in, I plan on trying to cast as much IM action as i can in-between ESEA officials and TFTV production. Would really appreciate it if people left me and boxcar some feedback, just DM us on steam or TFTV
[quote=Console]gonna be casting the omni5 vs Velocity black game later if anyone wants to watch, trying to improve at casting[/quote]
thanks to everyone who tuned in, I plan on trying to cast as much IM action as i can in-between ESEA officials and TFTV production. Would really appreciate it if people left me and boxcar some feedback, just DM us on steam or TFTV
thanks to everyone who tuned in, I plan on trying to cast as much IM action as i can in-between ESEA officials and TFTV production. Would really appreciate it if people left me and boxcar some feedback, just DM us on steam or TFTV
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you know some people may think that the IM discussion threads have gone to shit but honestly I like how it's looking so far
you know some people may think that the IM discussion threads have gone to shit but honestly I like how it's looking so far
please watch my stream for some in depth analysis of wat just transpired
please watch my stream for some in depth analysis of wat just transpired
gg to fricholas my nicholas
edit: twitch.tv/unicorn_wizardtf2: You now the join club of beating viper in IM
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might go down as g.o.d.: fuck u and fuck ur pain train
Grape Juice: :)
might go down as g.o.d.: kill urself faggot
Grape Juice: :)
might go down as g.o.d.: kill urself faggot
gg to fricholas my nicholas
edit: twitch.tv/unicorn_wizardtf2: You now the join club of beating viper in IM
[spoiler]might go down as g.o.d.: fuck u and fuck ur pain train
Grape Juice: :)
might go down as g.o.d.: kill urself faggot
[/spoiler]
edit: twitch.tv/unicorn_wizardtf2: You now the join club of beating viper in IM
[spoiler]might go down as g.o.d.: fuck u and fuck ur pain train
Grape Juice: :)
might go down as g.o.d.: kill urself faggot
[/spoiler]
As I approached the McDonald’s Drive-Thru with the usual sexual anxiety, I drooled at the thought of the warm processed foodstuffs gliding down my hot, wet esophagus, and at the thought of the young, handsome, and burly servicemen inside who would soon grant my every desire for a small price. I was a sucker for a man in uniform, or any man, I suppose. I was deeply hungry in many ways today, but mostly in perverse, sexual ways. “Billions and billions served,” it said on the sign. I wanted to be penetrated in billions and billions of different situations. Most of which involve a penis or two making its summer travel destination a spelunking adventure to my mysterious and well-formed vaginal caverns.
I pulled up to the drive-thru speaker in my off-mahogany 1974 Geo. It’s dying, poorly maintained engine vibrates the entire frame violently, causing nonstop sexual stimulation between my legs as I travel the suburbs in a shroud of sexual bliss and disco era nostalgia.
From the Drive-Thru speaker came a young, shrill, teenage man’s voice: “One moment please.” My eyes rolled into the back of my head in intense pleasure at the sound, his vocal vibrations journeyed through my eardrums and across my neural network like horny pilgrims crossing the Ocean to a new world of young hot dicks.
Oh. How long was “one moment?” I wondered. I felt teased. My already soaked, grey-colored groin area began to grumble impatiently with existential anxiety. How many moments is one? The lady-scientist in me knew that “moment” was not even a proper unit of measurement, so this could go on forever. I remained unfulfilled for what seemed like forever.
“Ok. Sorry about that. What can I get for you today?” the young voice from the speaker finally asked, erotically.
My arm, leg, and pubic hairs shot on end in excitement as if I had walked into a lightning bolt made of fresh, positively charged sky-cum. What can you get for me today? I knew immediately I had been waiting my entire life for a strapping young chap to ask me this, to let me act out my deepest fantasies. What should I do? The obvious choice would be to start masturbating immediately while this moment still existed freshly in my memory with such clarity. I would never get this chance again. I knew not what to do. I began to soil myself gradually.
“Uhh,” I began to mutter, like an in-bred weasel dying of leprosy. Then I remembered I had already written my McDonald’s meal choices on the top of my pale breasts with a black magic marker some weeks earlier because I anticipated that my sexual insatiability would result in an inability to select items from the menu in a timely fashion. I gazed down at them and recalled:
“Ah, it is so. I have chosen hot, golden nuggets. I also choose warm, moist pie. Packaged and prepared by the hands of someone strong and capable,” I asserted.
“Ok you want, 6 piece? Nuggets? And an… apple, pie?” he attempted to confirm, with a mumble through poor stereo quality.
“It would be my utmost and greatest desire.” I said with a whispering and lustful coarseness in my voice like an ovulating Jewish grandmother. I continued:
“And…to wash down this meal, I want only the sweetest liquid a man can give a woman.”
...
“Mountain Dew ok?” asked the voice.
“Yes.” I replied. The metaphor was obvious to all. For what else on a man would be none other than his firm and bountiful mountain? And from such a mighty mountain what could be none other than the sweetest of sweet dews? I couldn’t wait to swallow every drop. If his mountain was Pompeii, then I was an ancient Roman woman, sluttily waiting for him to explode and encase me in his smoldering death cum.
“That’ll be 6.74, pull up to window 2 please.”
“Thank you for your guidance,” I said softly.
As I approached the McDonald’s Drive-Thru with the usual sexual anxiety, I drooled at the thought of the warm processed foodstuffs gliding down my hot, wet esophagus, and at the thought of the young, handsome, and burly servicemen inside who would soon grant my every desire for a small price. I was a sucker for a man in uniform, or any man, I suppose. I was deeply hungry in many ways today, but mostly in perverse, sexual ways. “Billions and billions served,” it said on the sign. I wanted to be penetrated in billions and billions of different situations. Most of which involve a penis or two making its summer travel destination a spelunking adventure to my mysterious and well-formed vaginal caverns.
I pulled up to the drive-thru speaker in my off-mahogany 1974 Geo. It’s dying, poorly maintained engine vibrates the entire frame violently, causing nonstop sexual stimulation between my legs as I travel the suburbs in a shroud of sexual bliss and disco era nostalgia.
From the Drive-Thru speaker came a young, shrill, teenage man’s voice: “One moment please.” My eyes rolled into the back of my head in intense pleasure at the sound, his vocal vibrations journeyed through my eardrums and across my neural network like horny pilgrims crossing the Ocean to a new world of young hot dicks.
Oh. How long was “one moment?” I wondered. I felt teased. My already soaked, grey-colored groin area began to grumble impatiently with existential anxiety. How many moments is one? The lady-scientist in me knew that “moment” was not even a proper unit of measurement, so this could go on forever. I remained unfulfilled for what seemed like forever.
“Ok. Sorry about that. What can I get for you today?” the young voice from the speaker finally asked, erotically.
My arm, leg, and pubic hairs shot on end in excitement as if I had walked into a lightning bolt made of fresh, positively charged sky-cum. What can you get for me today? I knew immediately I had been waiting my entire life for a strapping young chap to ask me this, to let me act out my deepest fantasies. What should I do? The obvious choice would be to start masturbating immediately while this moment still existed freshly in my memory with such clarity. I would never get this chance again. I knew not what to do. I began to soil myself gradually.
“Uhh,” I began to mutter, like an in-bred weasel dying of leprosy. Then I remembered I had already written my McDonald’s meal choices on the top of my pale breasts with a black magic marker some weeks earlier because I anticipated that my sexual insatiability would result in an inability to select items from the menu in a timely fashion. I gazed down at them and recalled:
“Ah, it is so. I have chosen hot, golden nuggets. I also choose warm, moist pie. Packaged and prepared by the hands of someone strong and capable,” I asserted.
“Ok you want, 6 piece? Nuggets? And an… apple, pie?” he attempted to confirm, with a mumble through poor stereo quality.
“It would be my utmost and greatest desire.” I said with a whispering and lustful coarseness in my voice like an ovulating Jewish grandmother. I continued:
“And…to wash down this meal, I want only the sweetest liquid a man can give a woman.”
...
“Mountain Dew ok?” asked the voice.
“Yes.” I replied. The metaphor was obvious to all. For what else on a man would be none other than his firm and bountiful mountain? And from such a mighty mountain what could be none other than the sweetest of sweet dews? I couldn’t wait to swallow every drop. If his mountain was Pompeii, then I was an ancient Roman woman, sluttily waiting for him to explode and encase me in his smoldering death cum.
“That’ll be 6.74, pull up to window 2 please.”
“Thank you for your guidance,” I said softly.
I pulled up to the drive-thru speaker in my off-mahogany 1974 Geo. It’s dying, poorly maintained engine vibrates the entire frame violently, causing nonstop sexual stimulation between my legs as I travel the suburbs in a shroud of sexual bliss and disco era nostalgia.
From the Drive-Thru speaker came a young, shrill, teenage man’s voice: “One moment please.” My eyes rolled into the back of my head in intense pleasure at the sound, his vocal vibrations journeyed through my eardrums and across my neural network like horny pilgrims crossing the Ocean to a new world of young hot dicks.
Oh. How long was “one moment?” I wondered. I felt teased. My already soaked, grey-colored groin area began to grumble impatiently with existential anxiety. How many moments is one? The lady-scientist in me knew that “moment” was not even a proper unit of measurement, so this could go on forever. I remained unfulfilled for what seemed like forever.
“Ok. Sorry about that. What can I get for you today?” the young voice from the speaker finally asked, erotically.
My arm, leg, and pubic hairs shot on end in excitement as if I had walked into a lightning bolt made of fresh, positively charged sky-cum. What can you get for me today? I knew immediately I had been waiting my entire life for a strapping young chap to ask me this, to let me act out my deepest fantasies. What should I do? The obvious choice would be to start masturbating immediately while this moment still existed freshly in my memory with such clarity. I would never get this chance again. I knew not what to do. I began to soil myself gradually.
“Uhh,” I began to mutter, like an in-bred weasel dying of leprosy. Then I remembered I had already written my McDonald’s meal choices on the top of my pale breasts with a black magic marker some weeks earlier because I anticipated that my sexual insatiability would result in an inability to select items from the menu in a timely fashion. I gazed down at them and recalled:
“Ah, it is so. I have chosen hot, golden nuggets. I also choose warm, moist pie. Packaged and prepared by the hands of someone strong and capable,” I asserted.
“Ok you want, 6 piece? Nuggets? And an… apple, pie?” he attempted to confirm, with a mumble through poor stereo quality.
“It would be my utmost and greatest desire.” I said with a whispering and lustful coarseness in my voice like an ovulating Jewish grandmother. I continued:
“And…to wash down this meal, I want only the sweetest liquid a man can give a woman.”
...
“Mountain Dew ok?” asked the voice.
“Yes.” I replied. The metaphor was obvious to all. For what else on a man would be none other than his firm and bountiful mountain? And from such a mighty mountain what could be none other than the sweetest of sweet dews? I couldn’t wait to swallow every drop. If his mountain was Pompeii, then I was an ancient Roman woman, sluttily waiting for him to explode and encase me in his smoldering death cum.
“That’ll be 6.74, pull up to window 2 please.”
“Thank you for your guidance,” I said softly.
Space let this die on the ugc forums. We only have sophisticated memes here
Space let this die on the ugc forums. We only have sophisticated memes here
I can understand playing conservative if the match actually mattered. But sitting on last when you're up 2-0 in the first half in the second match of the season with out ever attempting to push out or counter sacking is one of the scummiest things I've seen in this game. I was tilted and I was only watching the stv, I can't imagine how Vel Black felt playing against that. There is literally nothing to gain from that considering omni 5 still lost 2 rounds.
I can understand playing conservative if the match actually mattered. But sitting on last when you're up 2-0 in the first half in the second match of the season with out ever attempting to push out or counter sacking is one of the scummiest things I've seen in this game. I was tilted and I was only watching the stv, I can't imagine how Vel Black felt playing against that. There is literally nothing to gain from that considering omni 5 still lost 2 rounds.
Max_I can understand playing conservative if the match actually mattered. But sitting on last when you're up 2-0 in the first half in the second match of the season with out ever attempting to push out or counter sacking is one of the scummiest things I've seen in this game. I was tilted and I was only watching the stv, I can't imagine how Vel Black felt playing against that. There is literally nothing to gain from that considering omni 5 still lost 2 rounds.
[quote=Max_]I can understand playing conservative if the match actually mattered. But sitting on last when you're up 2-0 in the first half in the second match of the season with out ever attempting to push out or counter sacking is one of the scummiest things I've seen in this game. I was tilted and I was only watching the stv, I can't imagine how Vel Black felt playing against that. There is literally nothing to gain from that considering omni 5 still lost 2 rounds.[/quote]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_aXElv_HEc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_aXElv_HEc
My Friendly IM Players, Please Refer To Me As SexGuruDiaperGod440440 And I Will Bless You With The Power Of Love.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0t0E4oQtq-A
My Friendly IM Players, Please Refer To Me As SexGuruDiaperGod440440 And I Will Bless You With The Power Of Love.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0t0E4oQtq-A
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0t0E4oQtq-A
to be honest velocity was playing ultra conservative for most of that 10 minute stalemate as well
we had maybe 1 or 2 opportunities to push out but neither of them were wipes so we figured it was best to wait for a wipe
yall just got countered by me facechecking your sollies as pyro, should have learned after the first reflect
to be honest velocity was playing ultra conservative for most of that 10 minute stalemate as well
we had maybe 1 or 2 opportunities to push out but neither of them were wipes so we figured it was best to wait for a wipe
yall just got countered by me facechecking your sollies as pyro, should have learned after the first reflect
we had maybe 1 or 2 opportunities to push out but neither of them were wipes so we figured it was best to wait for a wipe
yall just got countered by me facechecking your sollies as pyro, should have learned after the first reflect
kawato be honest velocity was playing ultra conservative for most of that 10 minute stalemate as well
we had maybe 1 or 2 opportunities to push out but neither of them were wipes so we figured it was best to wait for a wipe
yall just got countered by me facechecking your sollies as pyro, should have learned after the first reflect
Pyro class has no limits, sounds like the game was over before it started
[quote=kawa]to be honest velocity was playing ultra conservative for most of that 10 minute stalemate as well
we had maybe 1 or 2 opportunities to push out but neither of them were wipes so we figured it was best to wait for a wipe
yall just got countered by me facechecking your sollies as pyro, should have learned after the first reflect[/quote]
Pyro class has no limits, sounds like the game was over before it started
we had maybe 1 or 2 opportunities to push out but neither of them were wipes so we figured it was best to wait for a wipe
yall just got countered by me facechecking your sollies as pyro, should have learned after the first reflect[/quote]
Pyro class has no limits, sounds like the game was over before it started
This crap is the type of shit you complain about in scrims, not matches. If you need to cap last to win rounds, you need to make it happen yourself instead of bitching about the other team not creating the opportunity for you.
Unless the other team did blatant actions that are considered taboo or bad sportsmanship, I don't see a problem. I watched some of the match and it seemed fine but I did miss the first half.
This crap is the type of shit you complain about in scrims, not matches. If you need to cap last to win rounds, you need to make it happen yourself instead of bitching about the other team not creating the opportunity for you.
Unless the other team did blatant actions that are considered taboo or bad sportsmanship, I don't see a problem. I watched some of the match and it seemed fine but I did miss the first half.
Unless the other team did blatant actions that are considered taboo or bad sportsmanship, I don't see a problem. I watched some of the match and it seemed fine but I did miss the first half.
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