|  Johnathan "mz0r" I S Skyline
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| Handle: | mz0r | | Real Name: | Johnathan I S Skyline | | Country: | Sweden | | Gender: | Male | | Birthday: | June 22, 1985 | | Signed Up: | 2004-08-09 11:13 AM EDT | | Last Posted: | 2007-09-02 2:46 PM EDT |
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Newspaper of pr0gam3r
A day you wake up to you and it give account you of which he is stupid. He is stupid to waste as much time. If, I talk about gaming. You wake up a day and you say, like can have people who still, yet that takes playing, have this time not realized of which this does not go to any side? You feel pity by them. It is difficult if that when sells something to you as pretty as the WCG or the CPL, you say NO, but I do not believe that gaming gives you to eat when you must maintain a family. Little people realize this when so she is hooked that as a rule in a day hours of game are the 3-4. There is people luckyly who realize all this estúpidez that surrounds to pr0gaming. What your no? Calm, already the hour will arrive to you.
Newspaper of pr0gam3r
You wake up to you in the morning. They are the 07:25 a.m. and you must have breakfast.
The driver of the bus that takes you to the school hopes to you. You curse. With or that would be lying down games to CS or DOD. 03:35 p.m., you do not know since but you have held all the morning without sticking nor a single shot. Everywhere you smell of powder. You do not know why. In fact, your brain has been burned. You are bad. You need your dose. You need to be called on the keyboard... to touch it, no, better sobar it. To feel how you become greater, as little by little improvements your sk1ll and you are one of them, another one more, pr0gam3r. You smile. Wide-awake of that dream that you would live with all your forces. Still you cannot. You are not one of them. Your face of green beret is reflected in the mirror but, still, it do not give fear you. Lack little, you are arriving, but you need more hours training. 06:00 p.m.. You are totally isolated of the outer world. The IRC, the MSN, Steam... you feel in your sauce. You hear the noise of a car of the street. You feel disturbed. From when there are cars in aztec? Not him DAS more importance. You follow yours.
08:20 p.m.. You have warmed up sufficient and you arrange yourself to play 'pcw' (you do not have nor idea of which it means but you have heard it to top). You need to obtain your objective. You see how your clan is giving to war to others topclanes. You feel a chill. One of them opens /q to you (for whom they are not of ours - private Message), calls Marz0r. to you You are euphoric, you feel somebody. At this same moment you can be contented, you are one of them. You have fused fantasy with reality. Congratulations. |
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