Brother did I catch you holding breath irl? I actually considered doing that to help with clutching hahaha cheers mate love the tips on the leaning. Working well for me!
Bro just stay on your regional servers and don’t play with post fx plus your not really getting 150 fps unless ur rich tbh I have a 7800x3d and I get 130
Here is my campfire story I tell the Timmy's while we're in the field Around a crackling campfire, nestled deep in the heart of an ancient forest, a group of friends leaned in closer as the storyteller began his tale. The firelight flickered on their faces, casting eerie shadows that danced with every word spoken. "Listen closely," the storyteller began, his voice low and haunting, "to the legend of Nogeneral, the cunning warrior." Long ago, in a land torn by endless war, there was a man named Nogeneral. He was no ordinary soldier. Nogeneral was a force of nature, a shadow in the night, an unstoppable specter who struck fear into the hearts of all who heard his name. His prowess on the battlefield was unmatched; his cunning, unparalleled. Nogeneral had a single, deadly purpose: to venture into enemy territory alone and leave no survivors. He moved with the silence of a ghost, slipping past sentries and patrols, his blade flashing in the moonlight. No one ever saw him coming, and no one lived to tell the tale. One fateful night, Nogeneral set his sights on a fortified enemy camp deep in the wilderness. The camp was heavily guarded, with warriors skilled in combat and traps laid for any would-be intruders. But Nogeneral was undeterred. He waited until the dead of night, when the moon was hidden behind a veil of clouds. With the stealth of a stalking predator, Nogeneral infiltrated the camp. He dispatched the guards one by one, moving like a whisper through the tents. His enemies fell silently, never knowing what hit them. By dawn, the camp was eerily quiet, the only sounds the rustling of leaves and the crackling of dying fires. Nogeneral stood in the center of the camp, his dark eyes scanning the lifeless bodies strewn around him. He had done it again-another enemy stronghold reduced to a graveyard. But as he turned to leave, a strange feeling washed over him. He felt eyes upon him, a cold gaze that seemed to pierce his very soul. Suddenly, the air grew thick with a chilling fog, and the shadows around him seemed to come alive. Nogeneral felt a presence, something otherworldly and malevolent. He spun around, his hand gripping his bloodied blade, but saw nothing. Then, from the depths of the fog, a figure emerged. It was a warrior, clad in ancient, tattered armor, his eyes glowing with an unnatural light. Nogeneral realized with a start that this was no ordinary foe-this was the vengeful spirit of a warrior he had slain long ago. "You cannot escape your fate, Nogeneral," the specter hissed, its voice echoing with the cries of the fallen. "You have taken countless lives, and now their spirits seek retribution." Nogeneral, ever the fearless warrior, raised his sword to strike. But his blade passed through the spirit as if it were made of smoke. The ghostly warrior laughed, a sound that sent shivers down Nogeneral's spine. "You cannot kill what is already dead," the spirit intoned. "Your soul is now ours." Before Nogeneral could react, the fog thickened, enveloping him in a cold, suffocating embrace. He struggled, but his strength ebbed away, his vision darkening. The last thing he saw was the ghostly warrior's glowing eyes, burning with an eternal hatred. When the fog lifted, Nogeneral was gone. The camp remained a silent, desolate place, haunted by the whispers of the dead. Some say that on moonless nights, if you listen closely, you can hear the faint sounds of battle, the cries of the fallen, and the tormented wail of Nogeneral's lost soul, forever wandering the shadows, seeking a release that will never come. The storyteller paused, letting the chilling silence hang in the air. The friends around the campfire shivered, glancing nervously into the dark forest. Somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted, and the fire crackled, casting eerie shadows that seemed to take on a life of their own. And thus, the legend of Nogeneral lived on, a tale of a warrior who became the very thing he once feared-a restless spirit, bound to the battlefield for all eternity.
The minecraft food edit had me dying
Same lmao
Brother did I catch you holding breath irl? I actually considered doing that to help with clutching hahaha cheers mate love the tips on the leaning. Working well for me!
that spot at old gas is my fav spot for doing set up :)
It would be interesting to see what sets you use. You can fade it in in between
been really enjoying your youtube content lately hope everything's been goin good 🙏
my humble sacrifice to the algorithm Gods
I too, am here to donate to the gods of algorithmic feed.
hey bro what's the software you use to reduce ping ? Desperate Brotha
Whats your mouse pad?
@2:00 i ddnt even kno that was possible.
Props to you for playing tarkov through this litter dilima bsg is going through
subs: 37.k, plays like a professional player with at least a million subs. ily dude ❤
How to deal with bad angles. Being able to have over 150 fps.
Sorry you're broke and can't buy a good gpu? Pointless opinion, but thanks for sharing.
Cope
Bro just stay on your regional servers and don’t play with post fx plus your not really getting 150 fps unless ur rich tbh I have a 7800x3d and I get 130
I tell scray bed time story's about nogeneral to all the Timmy's I find
Here is my campfire story I tell the Timmy's while we're in the field
Around a crackling campfire, nestled deep in the heart of an ancient forest, a group of friends leaned in closer as the storyteller began his tale. The firelight flickered on their faces, casting eerie shadows that danced with every word spoken.
"Listen closely," the storyteller began, his voice low and haunting, "to the legend of Nogeneral, the cunning warrior."
Long ago, in a land torn by endless war, there was a man named Nogeneral. He was no ordinary soldier. Nogeneral was a force of nature, a shadow in the night, an unstoppable specter who struck fear into the hearts of all who heard his name. His prowess on the battlefield was unmatched; his cunning, unparalleled.
Nogeneral had a single, deadly purpose: to venture into enemy territory alone and leave no survivors. He moved with the silence of a ghost, slipping past sentries and patrols, his blade flashing in the moonlight. No one ever saw him coming, and no one lived to tell the tale.
One fateful night, Nogeneral set his sights on a fortified enemy camp deep in the wilderness. The camp was heavily guarded, with warriors skilled in combat and traps laid for any would-be intruders. But Nogeneral was undeterred. He waited until the dead of night, when the moon was hidden behind a veil of clouds.
With the stealth of a stalking predator, Nogeneral infiltrated the camp. He dispatched the guards one by one, moving like a whisper through the tents. His enemies fell silently, never knowing what hit them. By dawn, the camp was eerily quiet, the only sounds the rustling of leaves and the crackling of dying fires.
Nogeneral stood in the center of the camp, his dark eyes scanning the lifeless bodies strewn around him. He had done it again-another enemy stronghold reduced to a graveyard. But as he turned to leave, a strange feeling washed over him. He felt eyes upon him, a cold gaze that seemed to pierce his very soul.
Suddenly, the air grew thick with a chilling fog, and the shadows around him seemed to come alive. Nogeneral felt a presence, something otherworldly and malevolent. He spun around, his hand gripping his bloodied blade, but saw nothing.
Then, from the depths of the fog, a figure emerged. It was a warrior, clad in ancient, tattered armor, his eyes glowing with an unnatural light. Nogeneral realized with a start that this was no ordinary foe-this was the vengeful spirit of a warrior he had slain long ago.
"You cannot escape your fate, Nogeneral," the specter hissed, its voice echoing with the cries of the fallen. "You have taken countless lives, and now their spirits seek retribution."
Nogeneral, ever the fearless warrior, raised his sword to strike. But his blade passed through the spirit as if it were made of smoke. The ghostly warrior laughed, a sound that sent shivers down Nogeneral's spine.
"You cannot kill what is already dead," the spirit intoned. "Your soul is now ours."
Before Nogeneral could react, the fog thickened, enveloping him in a cold, suffocating embrace. He struggled, but his strength ebbed away, his vision darkening. The last thing he saw was the ghostly warrior's glowing eyes, burning with an eternal hatred.
When the fog lifted, Nogeneral was gone. The camp remained a silent, desolate place, haunted by the whispers of the dead. Some say that on moonless nights, if you listen closely, you can hear the faint sounds of battle, the cries of the fallen, and the tormented wail of Nogeneral's lost soul, forever wandering the shadows, seeking a release that will never come.
The storyteller paused, letting the chilling silence hang in the air. The friends around the campfire shivered, glancing nervously into the dark forest. Somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted, and the fire crackled, casting eerie shadows that seemed to take on a life of their own.
And thus, the legend of Nogeneral lived on, a tale of a warrior who became the very thing he once feared-a restless spirit, bound to the battlefield for all eternity.
How you peak so fast?? Wow... i love your content ❤
Inspiration ❤
can you bring back mental notes to your videos?
insane bro
LABS WHEN
1:24 haha, hide and seek
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i need to comment
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This guy is a monster. Hope I never meet him, cus by comparison I play in slow motion :D
Наоборот братишка,чаще с такими войнами встречаться и ты сам станешь войном!)))😊
gg