Raining Shells

An enemy has planted a bomb in the game.

Heading to a location to deal with the threat and waiting for support.

An exclamation expressing frustration or intensity.

There's a player camping near the bomb.

Sound effect, possibly representing gunfire.

Declaring the situation resolved or diffused.

Positive reinforcement for the team's actions.

Reflecting on the routine nature of such situations.

Preparing for action, getting ready.

Identifying the game (Counter-Strike) as their profession.

Commenting on how time passes quickly during work hours.

Feeling like work hours go by swiftly.

Being targeted because of being in the lead position.

Others envy or desire the player's position.

Expressing frustration at frequently getting killed.

Considering oneself as a detriment despite the game's advantages.

Feeling responsible for the game's changes or nerfs.

Implying responsibility for game balance changes.

Hinting at using a Molotov cocktail as a weapon.

Questioning why someone is trying to harm while they're learning.

Threatening harm in retaliation.

Confidently playing for an extended period without feeling ashamed.

Insulting another player's low rank and weight.

Confident in aiming and shooting.

Disparaging console gaming.

Quick and skilled movement in the game.

Skilled and experienced in the game.

Swift movement and action through gameplay.

Adapting quickly to the situation.

Indicating experience and skill in the game.

Confidently engaging in combat without much planning.

Efficiently defeating the opponent's team.

Getting more skilled and powerful over time.

Seeking the source of personal strength in the game.

Leading and advising teammates to avoid danger.

Advancing in the game and forcing opponents to retire.

Pushing the competition to the limits.

Creating intense situations in the game.

Describing a chaotic situation with numerous casualties.

Blaming cheating or hacks for the situation, though untrue.

Encouraging taking action despite being late.

Indicating the inevitability of an explosion.

Repeated chorus emphasizing the chaos and imminent explosion due to the planted bomb.

I'm watchin' the clock

No not to be cocky, I'm walkin' the talk

When I'm knockin' out targets

Jaws will be dropped

I'm poppin'em off with this

AWP that I bought! You thought it was cheap

But promise it's not

Cause all of these guns have cost me a lot

I'm not gonna stop when I rock the FAMAS

Leavin' your bodies to rot in the Dust

I'm not a Mirage, but I'm harder to spot

Got Vertigo now, because I'm on the top

You mess with the bomb and

You are getting shot

Then I'm pocketing all of the

Junk that you dropped

I'm an artist and the gun is my brush

They call me the Jackson Pollock of blood

Painting the walls with all of your guts

Somebody oughtta be mopping this up

We've Made, Contact, Engage, Combat

Evade, Fall Back! Fulfill, Contract

Whether you're rushin' or runnin' and gunnin'

Or setting up shop

Hidin' underneath somethin'

You'll never be safe from us

Cuz we are comin' so sick at this game

That it's fuckin' disgustin'

It's raining shells, the bodies drop

Just blame the hax, too bad it's not

Now make a play, and take your shot

You're far too late, this bomb is going off

I'll make you rage

With a well-placed grenade

I'm the reason your problems

Detonate in your face

Now the countdown's begun

Good luck makin' it stop

If you're not facin' me

Then you're racin' the clock

It's raining shells, the bodies drop

Just blame the hax, too bad it's not

Now make a play, and take your shot

You're far too late, this bomb is going off