Quote (Bloodrushdx @ Jan 9 2014 06:15pm)
Chapter 1
Drool caked on his neck beard, leaning back in his cracked wooden chair in his mother's basement, casual mode superstar "Razta" cracks his knuckles. He's got something cooking in the ol' oily haired noggin, he knows what he's going to say to show em' who's the boss. "wow 1760 60% plz stream i learn ur tacktix", his pudgy, trembling fingers type on his crusty Wal-Mart keyboard. He leans back in his seat and sips his Speedway Big Gulp, his quivering neck fat pulsing as his throat forces more down it. "God I'm such a badass" his lips murmur over the sounds of his mother's sewing machine.
Chapter 2
It was a warm sunny day as Razta rolled out of his twin sized bed positioned directly next to the cement wall of his mother's basement. Seeing as it was 2:30 in the afternoon, Razta decided it would be a great day to stay in. The 13 hours of sweaty tryhard 1550 casual mode 5 mans from the previous night has left our dear Razta, our hero, hungry. Knowing he needed nourishment quickly, he mustered up the energy to grab a nearby broom and pounded frantically on the ceiling, his hoarse, high pitched voice echoed up the stairs to his mother who was but merely a 30 foot journey away. His mother's silhouette appeared at the top of the stairs, with the same look of disappointment he'd grown to know so well. "Why don't you get off your lazy ass and go get me some food? It's 2:30 and I had a long night of attempting to pull my shit clan out of the depths of no name obscurity." Sighing visibly, his mother asked, "the usual?" Razta's eyes sparkled in the dimly lit basement, "add a chocolate shake, too. Supersize." The day was looking up, this was the good life, and he knew it. Plopping himself down into his undersized wooden chair (that had clearly seen better days), he readied himself for another day of owning noobs.
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