alfa is super overrated

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Gi0ntPoos

Ayaz Akhmetshin was a lurking-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
The last whose team was fair and free
Between the VCT Circuit and the sea.
His wall was long, his molly was clean.
His shining panda afar was seen.
The countless stars of heaven's field
Were mirrored in his regen shield.
But long ago he lurked away,
And where he dwelleth none can say.
For into darkness fell his star;
In Champs, where the mickey-mouses are

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

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be the trophy that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

Run is ended, dim my eyes,
but journey long before me lies.
Farewell, Gio! I hear the call.
The plane's beside the airport wall.
Clouds are white and the sky is grey;
beyond the sunset leads my way.
Tears is salt, the wind is free;
I hear the rising of the breeze.

Farewell, Gio! The engines are set,
the wind is east, the moorings fret.
Shadows long before me lie,
beneath the ever-bending sky,
but Champs lie behind the Sun
that I shall raise ere all is done;
emea there are to west of West,
where night is quiet and sleep is rest.

Guided by the Lonely Star,
beyond the utmost airport-bar
I'll find the airport fair and free,
and matches of the sundered by the Sea.
Plane, my plane! I seek the West,
and fields and mountains ever blest.
Farewell to Americas at last.
I see the Star above your mast!

nAts said "let there be valorant" and created valorant you better stfu before our sepreme leader nAts burns you in fire of agony in eternity of samsara

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.

After the 20 hour antistrat preparation taken by the coaches on bind specifically