ZywOo is no longer a CS player, he's a mythological entity. When he enters a site, it's not an entry, it's a descent from the heavens. His face, chiseled like an ancient work of art, seems to have been blown in marble by the gods themselves. He could whiff his entire load at the Deagle, and I'd still stand up, tears in my eyes, whispering his name. Every movement is poetry, every click a blessing. He's not planting the bomb, he's depositing a sacred artifact.