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I almost always rush. Get a kill or two, die...or sometimes just die, but then you have like, four and a half minutes to get the laundry, do the dishes, feed the cat, hit the can (hate rushing those number twos), spin one up and enjoy it, return phone calls made to you while you somehow miraculously corralled the bomb, grab a snack, rub one out, clip fingernails, explore under the couch cushins, do the five push-ups as punishment as per the SOCOM workout (Though this for me only lasted two rounds in february 2004 while playing S2) and all kinds of other things. If I sniped much I wouldn't get nuthin' done. At all. All that said, I miss crossroads.
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