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SteamID64

76561198079061718

SteamID3

[U:1:118795990]

SteamID32

STEAM_0:0:59397995

Country

Sri Lanka

Signed Up

June 26, 2014

Last Posted

December 28, 2020 at 1:44 PM

Posts

1134 (0.3 per day)

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In-game Sensitivity

0.9

Windows Sensitivity

Raw Input

DPI

1600

Resolution

1920x1080

Refresh Rate

144hz

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Mouse

Logitech G403 Prodigy

Keyboard

CM Storm QuickFire Rapid - Blue Switches

Mousepad

SteelSeries QcK+

Headphones

beyerdynamic DT 770 PRO - 80 Ohm

Monitor

Asus VG248QE

lettouberchainThe door slams open and Gemm runs in, disheveled and frantic. The pen behind his ear falls off as he nearly slips on a sheet of paper, lying on the ground of the dark office. He regains his balance as he lunges for the computer chair of where editor Hudsyn sits. He barely misses Uberchain standing to the side with a mug of hot chocolate in her hand, who Concor stands to the opposite side of with his arms folded. "It's here, I have it..." Gemm breathes, swiftly holding up his notepad, but Hudsyn shakes his head before he can finish.

"Gemm," Hudsyn says, his voice soft in sympathy; in defeat. He beckons to the computer monitor that him, Uberchain, and Concor face. "I'm sorry. The stars will not shine on us tonight. In fact, the stars have aligned in their favour." The atmosphere is grim as all three figures turn to look behind him, and the urgency on Gemm's face soon collapses. He sees what appears on the computer screen his fellow writers stare at.

There, on the forums of teamfortress.tv, is a thread that has marked their downfall. Titled: "SVIFT EU IS FuCKinG DEAD". Furthermore, it is apparent that the OP has gained his next nerd star from this post. Gemm's fingers go limp, and to the floor falls his notepad - a statement from SMVZI, underneath the title "SVIFT disbands for Season 29". It's happened again. The prioritizing of actual importance in regards to real lives have cost them time once more. In their heads, each writer already prepares their excuse as to why the article is belated.

However, a hand rests on Gemm's shoulder, squeezing it with as much reassurance and empathy as was possible within that moment. "It's good; take the LEGO piece so we can double up," Hudsyn says. He reaches down to pick up the notepad. "We'll finish this off. I won't let this discourage you as long as Tery is fighting for all of us." With that, all four of them turn towards a dimly-lit desk. A pencil scratches paper furiously. Tery continues to write without hesitation. The lamp on his deck flickers a little more brightly with each sentence finished, and the smell of vanilla wafts from a television nearby. And Gemm is inspired, because it reminds them all of better days.i cry everytime

me too