With 27 competitors left in the fray,

280 points in FNCS, I'm here to play.

The storm's relentless, on its shifting groove,

This is my moment, it's time to prove.

Copenhagen calls, my destination in sight,

Striving hard, my journey takes flight.

Down to just 7, FNCS points at three,

No room for quitting, it's all on me.

Moneymaker, the fragger, sharp as a blade,

Rotating through chaos like a hammer laid.

Bugha's fallen, in my full box, I'm fed,

In this digital arena, dreams are bred.

Riding the rhythm, my fingers dance,

In the game's embrace, I take a chance.

300 points, and the battle's alive,

No room for doubt, only strive.

To Copenhagen's promise, I hold the key,

The ride ahead, my destiny.

Late in the game, but never too late to quit,

I'm the player who won't submit.

The fragger's role, a moneymaker's grace,

In this stormy dance, I find my space.

Bugha's legacy, a fallen star,

I carve my path, near and far.