In the digital realm where gunshots resound,
Michael Nova, a legend, his glory renowned,
With shotguns in hand, he danced through the fray,
A maestro of chaos, in Counter-Strike's play.

His allies surrounded, by enemies entwined,
Michael Nova emerged, a savior aligned,
Shotguns blazing, close-quarters delight,
A symphony of destruction, in the pixelated night.

Michael Nova played with a heart so vast,
A giver of gifts, in the virtual blast,
In the face of rivalry, his spirit stood tall,
A legend in Counter-Strike, beloved by all.

His teammates rejoiced, their spirits uplifted,
In the midst of the battle, their burdens shifted,
Shotgun in hand, and gifts by his side,
Michael Nova played, in friendship and pride.