No one knows.

Some say Aboubi is the final boss, while others believe Aboubi is already inside us.

• STEPS:
  1- Open STRAFTAT.
  2- Regret everything.
  3- Jump into a match without reading anything.
  4- Slide uncontrollably into your own death.
  5- Repeat steps 2–4 until enlightenment or nausea.

• Sliding: Infinite. Unnecessary. Mandatory.
  
• Wallbouncing: Because physics is just a suggestion.
  
• Screaming: Local chat, global panic.
  
• Hats: The real meta. If your drip is off, don’t even queue.

Every gun in Straftat feels like it was made on a dare.

• Some shoot bullets.
  
• Some shoot noise.
  
• One definitely shoots regret.

You will never fully understand what you're holding.
Just point, click, and pray it doesn’t backfire into another dimension.

Remember: balance is a myth, recoil is a lie, and damage is emotional.

In STRAFTAT, maps aren’t just locations , they’re fever dreams with collision boxes.

You don’t "learn" the maps. You survive them. Maybe.

Maps in STRAFTAT don’t follow traditional design. They follow vibes.
You’re not fighting your opponent — you’re fighting architecture.

You don’t.
You just survive more stylishly than the others.

• Move sideways. Always. Even emotionally.
  
• If your ping is under 300, you’re not playing STRAFTAT right.
  
• Never aim. Just feel. Let the bullet curve find you.

In chat, type:

/aboubi_summon_protocol

It does nothing. But people will think you're onto something.

Every kill is a statement. Every death is a dance.
This isn't about K/D ratio — this is about chaotic expression through digital suffering.

You don’t win in Straftat.
You participate.
You adapt.
You slide headfirst into a wall and thank the map designer for the opportunity.

Welcome to the suffering. We have hats.

And remember:

> Playing well is optional. Playing with style is mandatory.