The Souvenir FAMAS | Waters of Nephthys is like that friend who shows up to a party wearing an ancient Egyptian relic they “borrowed” from a museum. Drenched in gold hieroglyphs and mystical blue tones, this skin screams, “I’m cultured… and also very lost in a modern shooter.” Field-Tested condition? More like “survived a sandstorm in a pharaoh’s tomb.” As a souvenir, it flaunts tournament stickers like participation trophies, because nothing says “I was there” like slapping a gold logo on a gun that’s statistically outclassed by a $600 coffee machine (looking at you, AK-47). Still, flexing with hieroglyphics mid-spraydown? Chef’s kiss.