CV The Brutal Casuals
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| At first, the world was void of form, shapeless. From that point in time when small gravitational pulls started attracting wandering meteorites and space dust, nothing significant happened until a beautiful, picturesque winter morning in a February day when Bantus was born. Many still rejoice at February the 6th, while silently reflecting in horror how life on earth would have been (if you can call that "life") without him. Of all the brilliant, borderline genius ideas he had in his life, the only exception to his god-like standarts was joining The Brutal Casuals. Now he just suffers through the consequences of his terrible (possibly drug-induced) decision making at a weak point in his life by playing with the rest of the noobs in his team, with a faint, non-dying hope that one day he might actually lead them to mediocracy. |