Paul "czm" Nelson is incomparable, transcendent and certainly unequaled in the full spectrum of skills both physical and cognitive directly and indirectly associated with quake across the continuum of the span of Quake's chronology. I am incredulous and curious about your outlandish line of questioning and can only speculate as to what your expectations were, my fellow member of esr and associate.
CPMA is rubbish and so is reflex, no one is going to seriously consider these games as "competitive" with your stupid air control and instant weap. switch.
Get a grip dickbreaths
Edited by Teen Queen at 14:39 CDT, 20 September 2015
CPMA has instant wep switch reflex does not. Even doing ic to bolt there is a small delay in the switch and then the firing mechanism compared to CPM also you have to wait like a long time to weapon switch if you miss with bolt compared to rail in both CPM and QL.
CPMA is rubbish and so is reflex, no one is going to seriously consider these games as "competitive" with your stupid air control and instant weap. switch.
ye alt account is kinda worthless im more interest in:
DOES CZM HAVE ALT PERSONALITY?? personality disorder like in fight club movie. One personality is math nerd-quaker and other is ALFA-male with tons of girls nearby, world class pornstar
The story began on a sunny spring night, when the local fish and the sexually aroused [censored] started mating truculently at the riverbank in a bilateral, perpetual awe. It sure wasn't a pleasant sight, more so utterly frightening, some daresay plain fucking disgusting in a disturbing kind of way. Even children in the neighboring rural settlements went missing in the haze of a crying rampage, desperately looking for a better tomorrow. And precisely this was the crucial time, when our hero, God bless his name, entered the scene without hesitation, jumping forwards bravely into the raging battlefield from a moss puddle with a northwestern aspect, thus saving the day.
Upon acquiring the utmost grace, he had no choice but to rely on his manly instincts, razor-thin logic and Velociraptor reflexes to wholeheartedly drive away the invading forces of the soviet fishmen with bullfrog heritage, bludgeoning them into oblivion with a broken sledge in the midst of a dandelion field, like a savage Tyrannosaur.
In every church, every mosque, every last hidden corner of the planet, virgins shed sublime tears while ejaculating repeatedly as he ferociously enveloped himself in the mass of the spilled internal organs of his nemesis, dancing around gracefully on the vivid remains of the war-torn lands while the remnants of the cross-breed mutant french toast faggots kept attacking his vagina in a relentless manner.