Poems about CS Bashny.Net

Shotgun - good:
Little boy playing in teroristov.
He moved stealthily, quietly and quickly.
Torn pieces dirtied the wall.
Nobody invented the shotgun replacement!
About brave:
The little boy went for the cops.
For hostadzhey in flames and the water is ready.
Do not bring the prisoners to the naked courage.
Dude was enrolled in honorable kills.

Quakers. Former Quakers:
The little boy thought frags,
"Here you COP rather than" Kvaka "!" - Shouted
Inserted in the ass quickly bleed - the Quakers cool playing CS!

I remember I was at COP Mr. servak,
I'm saving up for a new AWP.
I lived a dream etoyu,
While I once did not meet with you.
You got me fascinated,
Zakemperit with you suggested,
Instead, AWP, I bought a gun,
Thee with campers.

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Hali-Gali,
A pair of corpses -
AWP'shka - it's cool.
Accurate shot,
Hali-Gali,
We're in the spectra of flying ...

For terror when I was playing,
On Kalashnyk grandmother collected.
I lived a dream etoyu,
While again I not met you.
You got me fascinated,
3.1 persuaded to buy.
You said, "Believe me, I - my father»,
I then came again magnus ** pepper

Hali-Gali,
We are a couple trooper -
Shtaer in Bosko - it's super.
Through the wall,
Hali-Gali,
Only my brain flowed ...

And then you said, leaving
"Play without me guys!"
How come on the server, just the corpse
"Let him be cursed this club."

"What is good and what is bad».

Lamerok come to the Father,
and asked crumb: -
 - "I'm playing well
Or very bad? "

I have no secrets,
Listen for free.
Pope this response
Placed in a forum.

If beer roof rips
And you x * ёvo
Should you know - it's here
For the game sucks.

The money is there - then go down
You're in the game People's Club.
It will be good,
Kohl has a free computer.

Poor, if the PC - shit,
And it lags terribly.
So this stuff
Or someone's joke.

Well, when computers
Pentiums - "five»,
Do not yell, "You all go nuts!»,
And sit down to play.

If you're just a knife
Cut the throats -
It's very good,
You can drink vodka.

If you are killed in a row:
And hostdzhey and Team'ov ...
It is also good,
But for ters.

If you see a down
The little white robe,
Try not to shoot,
He is a good uncle.

Esle terror with AWP
Hiding behind the host,
So, you bastard, camper -
This is very bad.

If you want to powder
rub all reptiles, -
(Brave gamer - good)
So take a grenade.

He crawled to the toilet
And glad that zakemperilsya.
And you are of Putin, grenades,
That shit washed.

Remember that each son,
And learn from Gamera -
Coley will cheat
Will worst lamer.

Joyful Son left,
and decided pipsqueak:
"Gamer - it's good,
Well lamer - bad »...

The little boy with the "Colt" was running,
On the right button pressed usual.
Quickly chop cut down of Man - The new "Colt" optics HAS NO!

Boy of plums in the garden reached,
The guard pulls out his shotgun Yevsei.
A shot rang out and the guard fell,
The boy's father was covering the back.

The little boy found pyat.odin.
"With this garbage I do not win!»
Long laughed at a joke terror.
The boy all his teeth knocked the gate.

The little boy was walking in the warehouse.
Himself M-16 gadёnysh sought.
Behind he heard softly, "Hello ...»
Glock - not the last game in the gun.

Little boy crawling in the gut
Charge c4 dragged it in the bag.
Cool break off the ugly terror.
My Eagle sign his sentence.

Little boy with "Uzi" ran.
Terror saw and I pressed the button.
The "uzi" worthless, a huge spread ...
Until you are rested opponent's nose.

A little boy loved the ambush,
In the toilet tent pitched.
Oh, and by the pope shlopochet asshole:
Tough to campers Afghan father.

The little boy was a sniper,
From slonoboyki musarnyu drenched.
She collapsed to the floor in a bloody mayke-
Special Forces did not know about the strike counters.

Kemper was sitting on the roof with the AWP,
Village viewed, sang songs ...
"What kind of attack? Where there smoke! »
The fate of the hero - the young fall ...

I am in favor of a container with Kalash,
And bored and grusno and the thought of one:
"Well, where's the cops, do not see any DIG ...
Storm quickly! @ Do not bat brains !!! »

The little boy was sitting on the roof.
The sight AVPshki he looked zoom.
So do dangerous - clearly a hedgehog!
I do not need a name Glushak knife.

Sniper on the roof sat a WUA,
Ass terror flashed in the window.
A shot rang out, bandit stopped -
Armored Huggies it did not help!

The little boy sat down for a box.
Snykatsya bastard, he was wanted.
Silence fell on the floor of the check.
I personally watched the flight of the brave.

The little boy fell to the machine.
But not noticed fleshovu grenade.
Late buddy wipe his eyes.
Spectator, too cool to fly

Somehow Teror runs the bridge,
(Remember the bomb carrying heavy),
There I was "schmuck with AWP» waiting,
A shot rang out - but I did not fall.
I sat down quickly fired from an AK -
Kemper died. The moral is:
Can not shoot, do not blame on the mouse.
Once missed and molt once !!!

It was the world once the dispute:
What steeper hundredfold?
Rifle, shtatovskih offices
Or Russian machine?

Spear flew here and there,
The controversy over the reins.
Pop arguments at the seams,
And the facts - IPR * de.

Like, nevazhnetsky rangefinder,
Return into the hands of hits,
Misfires, unlike say,
And do not give accuracy.

And I sdaёtstsa, long ago,
This argument completely resolved.
After the AKM - not IT,
A natural OH ...

And the crux of the matter is clear to all ...
Think, people:
Rifle - after all IT ...
And he did - EB * T!

the little boy was walking map,
many cartridge just Shot,
Dad with a knife in Zadie is,
once it is clear who is the bot.

 - Lucker - ugly terrorist,
Partizan, Chechen, Chekist!
He resorts to our base - and then spreads infection.
What do we do?
What to buy?
Let's run -
We will live!
 - Game starts,
We will run until the morning.
You buy me mp5,
And I have a knife you in the ass!
 - A little boy
Found AWP - Not long our counter
Creep into the pipe.
 - Scarce son came to his father,
And asked crumb:
-Schas To eagle well?
Yes, my son, not bad.
 - I was sitting in the dark,
While he did not come to me!
Only it was going to kill me - How behind me terroryuga crept ...
What should I do? How can I live?
After all, he wants a knife to stab me in the ass!
 - The hammer is cocked
The crowd runs smoothly
On the descent finger
It makes you want to push
Patrons too little left
Terror he propylene flesh
 - Grenades there and in front of the ambush
You're making me jerk
Surrounded by enemies, and redness radar
I said, you're dead friend
 - The smoke of the fire I run fast
When shooting in the dark, I Proactive death
Here headshots ... everything is clean
And overthrew the firmament

Terror lezhit- defeated foe
At the expense dripped loot
Now I buy a grenade: bleh: ... suddenly
I get myself in the scoreboard ...

When playing someone maliciously,
And the server you sit proud.
Console is open, everything is convenient.
You will see the result,
Once you Cycnus evil.

Suddenly, you see that the firing.
You better not say anything.
One twist the neck,
Those are they.

If viciously murdered.
And by the infamous you.
Restart write, and let him know.
In dissent, say, can not shoot.

Suddenly, you see that the sniper.
Shoot accurately, exactly to you.
Sweep tsenter sight.
He begins to blame himself.

Console - a holy cause.
Especially when you have a server.
You cut one it safely.
And you will be well on the camper.

Prevents gravity?
Cut in the console.
Air situation.
Flight and sharp relief.

Porazbivayutsya all quickly.
One you're on your feet.
Do not jump, so sly.
And the expense is in your hands.

Remember only one.
If you're not a server.
That console anyway.
Server-Chief Tsenter.

If you hear explosions and the roar of noise,
Vulgar jokes laughter and terror,
If you see a dead cop
From which smells like a dead cat on,
If the sleeve with a ring on the floor sypyatsya,
If someone shouts: «Fire in hole»,
If the shots sounded like dogs barking
Know buddy is COUNTER STRIKE

In my hand was trembling Kalash,
The holder of seven rounds.
I'm lost in a shootout
All his lads-Teror!

No Hope, all agreed,
I am waiting for the exact same fate.
Boiprepasov almost there,
I did not know much lazhy.

Contra everywhere, they're everywhere.
And that would not shine,
I decided to find a corner
And quietly hide in it.

The wait did not last long.
Here I see the enemy.
And the seven bullets that were Kalash
Already flying to dig.

But the cop died of wounds,
And just wilted.
Then I pulled out my knife,
May he soon bent.

Bastard eye did not have time margnut,
I made two breakthrough,
And at the heart of Cop entered
Relentless knife.

Dead boring rubbish went limp.
I corpse pripnul foot,
He spat on the body of a cop
And shturmovuhu he took with him.

Now there are only two left.
This is not a particular problem.
What they strematsya - two suckers,
There is a plain case.

I found them without difficulty.
Here I see loathsome form,
And for a hostage lead.
How do you want to embed in them the cage!
I do not really argue long.
From native grenade pull out the pin,
Grenade kissed goodbye
And threw it into the crowd.

One cop threw wave.
From horror and fear he had no face.
Another more fortunate,
Only slegantsa stunned.

The first floor of my cage swallowed,
It happened in his nishtyak.
And he looked like cop-track
On klёvenky colander.

The second came to his senses, kerf this topic,
But then he turned into a corpse.
I even once felt sorry for him,
For many it was stupid.

About them, I thought with a grin
Why ment born, damn it?
It is clear even to a hedgehog:
Terrorist win !!!

Oh, contra - our great rubilovo!
Oh, contra - our great game!
Oh, contra terror in you to shoot us how much?
And you want to run shoot them always!

And not those on the server three-dimensional meat
Round the clock goes away ...
Rubimsya we are you, fucking,
And abruptly nobody will come!
And now it is time great
AND versions of old time to relax,
But Valve invented Source`u great,
With graphics, sounds friendly on five!
Again ran dissent terror
And they of each other Bosko shoot
A contra resurrected the great new
To us it was fun to play!

I decided to go in counter an hour to play another.
Hurry, I wanted to get to the server cyber.
And so I was there for a dust decided to vote,
No they do not think that now begin to merge.

Damn, who to play? Do not become the brains of [censored] ***
And as usual, YO, I decided to press two or three.
In the first round we had killed somebody «BceM_CoCaTb»
Strange how so? One can only guess.

Then I decided to collect money on a gun.
With all of Volyn ct tear and laugh
Imagine eight enemy can not cope !!!
But many kills as you can not gather up.

So I bought a Colt. Can run in the tunnel?
A Th lose? Good tremble! I decided to run
I'm here. Terry did not find it. It's time to throw a flash.
More wait a moment ... bang !!! Shoot in time.

And then it was better to keep quiet about what
And do not try to tell people. Spitting
Through the arm of. As it is necessary to firmly hold the mouse!
About what oblique to forget. Fuck

There I also tried a couple of times to go
Fastest run and tried to throw a flash.
And like a lamer he fell as not strained.
In all messagi said: & quot; Did not broke
 -
running along the length of a Kalash and diglyme
kontёr meet with randomly Colt
Kalash in the clip, the blood on the walls flying
Contra funny corpse lies
I go further, I hear steps behind the wall is Rashat enemies
Flash and al e, cross the ledge
More minus two, that's a surprise
Snack and brazenly plent laid
defyuz on dissent - all laid,
Kalash shot finished off with diglyme
So I showed the class under the bot
 -
Calculate "krutyshom" themselves,
In the cellar you popped in vain.
And about the "flash drive" all your dreams,
Only now you do not purchase.
And now the holder of all your items,
From the team was gone,
The door is closed - nowhere to run,
And to help someone to trust.

Because I
AWP'shka Run then you dream in vain,
How to survive - all your dreams,
About the hosts completely forgot you too.

Traces of bullets and blood on the wall,
Body cops have broken me.
Be wary of jumping under the bullets -
Afraid of losing his life.

You're trapped just around the corner,
I feel I am your terrible fear,
After all, there were only you and me,
Here's a Get [censored]:

Only AWP'shka I
Stuck out his Bosko you wonder,
And now fly your brains,
Well, when you poumneesh?

Little Terror on the elevator ride.
All is well, only caught Counter.
Long Siege'e on the heap of bones
Searched Counter flash card for 200 rubles.

Little Sniper found slonoboy,
His life has become a child's play,
He walked on the cards, and cut down frags,
While silly Camper did not kill him.

Little Counter found a machine gun,
More on Mansion does not who does not live.

Little Camper found slonoboy,
Climbed onto the roof, taking the gun with him,
Conveniently seeding, Camper zuming included,
A couple of our friend soaked terrors,
All cards he walked in the first places,
Campers sitting on houses, garages,
He drenched his foreign and, anyway,
And then the evil Server kick 'it zero.

I learned that I
There is a huge family:
MP5, body armor,
The knife, a flashlight and a firecracker,
M-4 guns -
USP and two Beretta,
Desert, AUG and AK,
Elephant to beat afar,
Helmet, shield, galil, famas,
Scout and pomegranate stock,
Glock, nightvision and tongs,
And timmeyty - well done.
Blue sky in Dust`e
It's mine, dear,
Motherland ...
I love the counter!