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I owe you a sincere apology. I was wrong to question your integrity, and I’m sorry for the hurt that caused. The accusations were unfair, and I should’ve trusted you, especially knowing how much effort you put into your game and how much you value fair play.
Looking back, I let emotions take over and didn’t have your back when I should’ve. You’ve always been solid, and I made a mistake by adding to the doubt instead of shutting it down.
You’ve been a friend I could count on in and out of the game, and I let you down. I should’ve known better than to question you, especially without proof. You’re one of the most dedicated players I know, and I respect that.
I hope you can forgive me. I really regret how I handled things, and I hope we can move forward and keep pushing each other to be better — as teammates and as friends.
— erik
Let me be clear: I've NEVER cheated. I train relentlessly, sharpen my aim, and pour my soul into every headshot. My commitment to fair play is ironclad — both by the rules and by my own morals. In terms of skill, I am just built different. Some of y’all spend hours in Aim Botz. I just eat blueberries. My neurons fire like lightning. My synapses snap like dragon strikes. This isn’t hacks — it’s evolution.
So imagine my shock when I’m accused of foul play. With ZERO evidence. By my dear squad members no less... As it turns out, you were snakes in the grass — plotting to drag my name through the mud for clout. How despicable. I demand a public apology for your slanderous claims.
To my real friends — the ones who stood by me through this smear campaign — thanks. We ride together. We frag together.
If I could turn back time, I would never open up your steam profile and learn the truth about you. The discovery shattered the trust we've built through out all these years, every cs video, pts, and ranks. I believed you—your aim, your dedication for improvement. But truth to be told, you were using cheats.
Your actions erode the trust and respect that I once held. By relying on such tools, you not only undermine your own performance but also tarnish the reputation of all involved players, including me, and people you were playing with, all these times we defended you saying you are not cheating, pathetic.
I cannot support someone I cannot trust anymore.
I wish this was a message I never had to write.
You didn’t just install cheats—you uninstalled the trust we built, match by match, win by win. Every round we played, I believed in you. In your aim, your comms, your grind. But behind it all, you were hiding a shortcut—aim assist, recoil control, whatever it was—it wasn’t you playing. Not really.
This wasn’t just a game for me. It was respect. Brotherhood. Late nights and hard losses that still felt worth it because we were real. Now I look back at those moments and wonder which ones were fake.
You chose an easier path.
I’m choosing a harder truth: I can’t queue with someone I can’t trust.
If you ever come back clean, maybe we talk.
But until then… I’m done lining up behind a lie.
I’ve been meaning to tell you something that’s been on my mind for a while now, but it’s hard to put into words. There’s something about you—your kindness, your laugh, the way you see the world—that just draws me in. I find myself thinking about you more often than I care to admit, but I don't mind. In fact, I cherish every thought I have of you.
It’s not just how you make me feel when we’re together, but the way you make everything seem brighter. Even on the tough days, knowing that I have you in my life makes it all a little easier to handle. You bring a sense of peace I didn’t know I needed, and I feel truly lucky to have you.
I don’t know where this journey is going, but I’d love to keep walking it with you. With you by my side, I feel like anything is possible.
With all my heart,
[Your Name]
You’ve shattered the trust not just between us, but between you and everyone who believed in your skill. Secretly running aim assistance and recoil control assistance on your main account? That’s not just breaking the rules—it’s breaking the bond we built through every match, every clutch, every hard-fought round.
I feel betrayed in a way the scoreboard can’t measure.
This wasn’t just about winning games—it was about winning together.
And now, I can’t queue with you again until you’ve faced the truth, dropped the cheats, and proven you can stand on your own aim.