Was good at Counter-Strike before half the lobby was born.
Runs almost exclusively on Pints, left over Barossa Shiraz, Liverpool optimism, losing multis and fantasy sports selections that looked brilliant on Thursday.

Now a father of two boys, which means CS2 is the only place he can still pretend people listen to his instructions.

Reaction time: dad reflexes.
Aim: dependent on bedtime routine.
K/D ratio: heavily affected by the third pint or a glass of some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ from the Barossa
Betting account: under investigation.
Fantasy team: mathematically eliminated by Tuesday.
Liverpool mood: determined entirely by the weekend result and CS rank.

Still queues CS2 every night convinced the next match is the comeback.