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oh nAts,
He That Separated the Light from the Deep and Set the Firmament in Its Course,
Who Was Before the Morning and Remaineth After the Evening,
by Whose Word the Heavens Were Stretched Forth and the Earth Was Established,
the Ancient Ordainer of Seasons and the Measurer of Days,
the One Before Whom the Stars Took Their Stations,
the Governor of the Upper Host and the Watcher Over the Frozen North,
Before Whom Snow and Fire Keep Their Covenant,
the Holder of the Wheel of Return and the Appointer of Lives Repeated,
Who Granteth Rebirth as Mercy and Withholdeth Rest as Judgment,
the Numberer of Souls and the Witness of Every End,
from Whose Will Proceedeth the Seraph of TL,
A Flame That Speaketh and a Fire That Obeyeth,
the Still One Whom Time Cannot Hasten,
the Authority Against Whom There Is No Answer,
the Name Uttered Before the First Dawn and Not Silenced at the Last Trumpet,
Who Abideth Without Peer, Without Change, and Without End.
this non-sense and paganism must be stopped
-poiuu20
oh shAts,
He That Separated the Light from the Deep and Set the Firmament in Its Course,
Who Was Before the Morning and Remaineth After the Evening,
by Whose Word the Heavens Were Stretched Forth and the Earth Was Established,
the Ancient Ordainer of Seasons and the Measurer of Days,
the One Before Whom the Stars Took Their Stations,
the Governor of the Upper Host and the Watcher Over the Frozen North,
Before Whom Snow and Fire Keep Their Covenant,
the Holder of the Wheel of Return and the Appointer of Lives Repeated,
Who Granteth Rebirth as Mercy and Withholdeth Rest as Judgment,
the Numberer of Souls and the Witness of Every End,
from Whose Will Proceedeth the Seraph of TL,
A Flame That Speaketh and a Fire That Obeyeth,
the Still One Whom Time Cannot Hasten,
the Authority Against Whom There Is No Answer,
the Name Uttered Before the First Dawn and Not Silenced at the Last Trumpet,
Who Abideth Without Peer, Without Change, and Without End.
this non-sense and paganism must be stopped
-poiuu20
oh nAts,
He That Separated the Light from the Deep and Set the Firmament in Its Course,
Who Was Before the Morning and Remaineth After the Evening,
by Whose Word the Heavens Were Stretched Forth and the Earth Was Established,
the Ancient Ordainer of Seasons and the Measurer of Days,
the One Before Whom the Stars Took Their Stations,
the Governor of the Upper Host and the Watcher Over the Frozen North,
Before Whom Snow and Fire Keep Their Covenant,
the Holder of the Wheel of Return and the Appointer of Lives Repeated,
Who Granteth Rebirth as Mercy and Withholdeth Rest as Judgment,
the Numberer of Souls and the Witness of Every End,
from Whose Will Proceedeth the Seraph of TL,
A Flame That Speaketh and a Fire That Obeyeth,
the Still One Whom Time Cannot Hasten,
the Authority Against Whom There Is No Answer,
the Name Uttered Before the First Dawn and Not Silenced at the Last Trumpet,
Who Abideth Without Peer, Without Change, and Without End.
this non-sense and paganism must be stopped
The game was young, the tactical scene,
No stain yet on the site was seen.
No lurk was known on Icebox stone,
When nAts first walked the flank alone.
He named the nameless halls and dells,
He wove his traps like ancient spells;
He drank from wells of focus deep,
While rivals fell to eternal sleep.
A king he sits on Liquid’s throne,
In halls of glass and headset’s zone.
With crown of gold upon his brow,
The master of the clutch is now.
The light of screens, the glow of keys,
He plays with such a graceful ease.
The Phantom's whisper, Cypher’s eye,
Beneath a bright and digital sky.
Of radiant aim and crystal thought,
The perfect rounds that he has wrought.
The tripwire’s hum, the cage’s sound,
Where perfect timing can be found.
In Split or Breeze, in Pearl or Bind,
The sharpest wit and sharpest mind;
The Vandal’s fire, the Ghost’s soft breath,
To every foe a silent death.
The world is wide, the maps are fair,
His legend echoes everywhere.
No shadow falls upon his name,
The brightest star within the game.
Still nAts shall walk in light of day,
To show the world the master's way;
The King of Lurkers, bold and grand,
The greatest soul in all the land.
aw man why are we dropping gimmicks to get it personal? Disgusting proportion of dick eating
1 In the beginning, the field was without order, and the rounds were without form; and confusion was upon the face of the match.
2 And patience hovered over the chaos, and awareness moved upon the lanes.
3 And nAts said, Let there be order: and there was order.
4 And nAts saw the order, that it was good; and nAts divided recklessness from restraint.
5 And nAts called restraint control, and recklessness he called error. And the first round passed, and the next round came.
6 And nAts said, Let there be structure in the midst of the chaos, to divide pressure from panic.
7 And nAts made structure, and divided preparation from impulse; and it was so.1 In the beginning, the field was without order, and the rounds were without form; and confusion was upon the face of the match.
*1 In the beginning, the field was without order, and the rounds were without form; and confusion was upon the face of the match.
2 And patience hovered over the chaos, and awareness moved upon the lanes.
3 And shAts said, Let there be order: and there was order.
4 And shAtssaw the order, that it was good; and nAts divided recklessness from restraint.
5 And shAts called restraint control, and recklessness he called error. And the first round passed, and the next round came.
6 And shAts said, Let there be structure in the midst of the chaos, to divide pressure from panic.
7 And shAts made structure, and divided preparation from impulse; and it was so.*
fixed to more proper thing my hand was creating fire because of how fast i was typing with ts
There was Ayaz, the Wise, whom the world calls nAts; and he made first the Sentinels, the offspring of his thought, and they were with him before aught else was made. And he spoke to them, propounding to them themes of strategy; and they sang before him, and he was glad.
But as the theme of the Game progressed, others brought forth loud sounds and clamorous fires. Then Ayaz stood and smiled, and he raised his left hand, and a new theme began amid the storm, like a sharp scent of winter or a single light in a dark room. It was not loud, but it was of deep beauty and power, and it gathered all the straying sounds into itself.
Through this Music, the "Lurk" was conceived. For nAts showed the others a vision: where they saw a wall, he saw a way; where they saw a battle, he saw a dance. He wove the silence into the song until the very foundations of the maps were set according to his timing. And he saw that the vision was fair, and he entered into the game to make the vision real.
good book 👍 very hard 😢 many names, too many valar and maiar and ainur 😢 have to keep backtracking to remember what each one does 😔
Ulmo my favorite
Also read unfinished tales
Very nice book
But yes
Silmarillion very difficult to read 😢
Had to read it twice to understand it 😔
“shUts kekw” is what people say when they don’t understand why the round was already lost.
nAts isn’t flashy because he doesn’t need to be. He doesn’t win by aim-diff clips; he wins by removing options. When you die to him, it feels accidental—because the mistake happened 20 seconds earlier.
You people call it boring.
Pros call it inevitable.
He’s the guy who:
shows up where the timing shouldn’t allow
survives when the math says he shouldn’t
turns a 5v4 into a slow bleed you don’t notice until it’s over
If you don’t see his impact, that’s kind of the point. By the time you notice nAts, the round is already decided—and “kekw” is just cope in lowercase.
in world full of chaos nAts balance and control the time
“shUts kekw” is what people say when they don’t understand why the round was already lost.
shAts isn’t flashy because he doesn’t need to be. He doesn’t win by aim-diff clips; he wins by removing options. When you die to him, it feels accidental—because the mistake happened 20 seconds earlier.
You people call it boring.
Pros call it inevitable.
He’s the guy who:
shows up where the timing shouldn’t allow
survives when the math says he shouldn’t
turns a 5v4 into a slow bleed you don’t notice until it’s over
If you don’t see his impact, that’s kind of the point. By the time you notice shAts , the round is already decided—and “kekw” is just cope in lowercase.
in world full of chaos shAts balance and control the time
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