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After a solid game in CS:GO, I added him because he seemed like a chill dude. We started chatting, sharing strats, and queueing together. Over time, we became close — not just teammates but actual bros. Late-night Dust 2 clutches, spicy Mirage smokes, and endless trash talk about who carried harder.
One day, he suggested we meet up IRL for a LAN party at his place. I thought, “What could go wrong? It’s my CS buddy.” So, I stocked up on Doritos and energy drinks, and went to his place to play a match.
After a typical day of travel... 3 speeding tickets, 1 short international plane flight, a small fender bender, 1 bag of blow, 2 high speed chases, and a short gunfight with the local militia, I was finally at his door...
I walked up to the door and knocked loudly... after a few brief yelps and screams from inside, everything seemed normal… He let me in, it was dark, a little damp even, unfinished. Newspapers scattered the corner where he normally urinated. I walked further inside and I gazed at his cheap set-up in the other corner. A sloppy GTX880 attached to a hamster wheel with wires hooked up to his high school brainiac for computation.
When we finally played our first match, dude wouldn’t plant the bomb, wouldn’t watch mid, and kept trying to flash me… in real life. I realized something was off when he called me his “little silver rank.” Then, mid-game, he leaned over and whispered, “You wanna boost in more ways than one?”
I panicked, Alt-F4’d my life, and hit him with a point-blank Glock-45 to the face. Turns out he wasn’t just trolling — he wanted me to join his IRL team. Don’t trust this guy. Watch your back and your matchmaking.
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+1 yolo, This Nova One really tought me that the true meaning of cs:go isn't having fun, but being an ass to your team mates who have twice as many hours in the game. Text chat did get the better of him, however, when those tiny letters in the bottom left of his screen took hold of his life. He did manage to fight them off with his shiny gold star (which didn't give him much skill though...). Overall, this gentlman fought well, but not well enough to overcome to most basic obsticles: Obama. Rest in peperonis sweet prince, may your memes live on.