BAMC in position

This is so awesome!!!

There once was a bird, sleek and black, With a scope on his wing and a snack in his pack. He perched in a tree with a sniper so long, He could pick off dumb moves like a DJ drops songs. He wore tiny shades and a headband that slayed, His feathers so smooth, even wind felt betrayed. He’d chirp out a roast before firing a shot, “Nice crouch, champ—shame that you forgot your bot.” A noob tried to jump and run ‘round the map, So Black Bird said “Nope,” and gave him a slap. The dart hit his shoes, then ricocheted twice, And knocked out his teeth with comedic precision and spice. He once sniped a dude while sipping some tea, Balanced on one toe in a pinecone tree. Another tried hiding behind a fake wall— But Bird sniped the L onto his fall. He’s silent and savage, with tactical sass, Droppin’ more players than gym class glass. And if you hear caws and feel the absurd… Just know you’ve been owned by the Big Black Bird.

🎶You’re in the sniper’s sight, the first kill tonight, time to die! You’re in the bullet’s way, the White Death’s prey, say goodbye!🎶 -White Death by Sabaton