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This review clearly reflects the reality of CS GO. It represents what is truly wrong with our society today. In clear irony, we are still ready and willing to expose ourselves to psychological abuse for the benefit of none. A pseudo-addiction instrumented by an excellent game engine capable of bringing decent visuals and fast response, but poisoning our egos into expectation of that proverbial carrot-on-a-stick, which is the 90 seconds of pure unfiltered bliss. This is followed by utter defeat of the social construct, where each player is reverted to their infancy state and incapable of normal function while waiting for his mother's embrace to tell him "he is the best there is, there is no one like you. you are special".
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Edited: "Do you want candy from the Shady Candy Dealer?"
And by candy are you refering to recreational drugs or a sweet treat for children. Theres not much difference, as sugar to some extent can get you "high" but the cost would be diabetes. I'm also positive that that man (or woman) in your icon is holding in his cloak as follows but not limited to: 3 bags of cocaine, 2 needles syringes for injections, 2 potatos, 1 bag of green slime (probably toxic), 2 butterfly knives (please give me one of those knives! they are so expensive on the steam market), 1 falchion knife? (picture is cropped low), 1 jar of brown liquid (contents may be edible), 1 capsule of vitamin c, some paper, 3 high explosive grenades, 2 cans of gasoline (or any kind of explosive fuel), 2 molotovs, 1 bottle of red wine, 1 bottle of white wine. His glasses seem scratched and are perscription 3.5, his cloak seems to be 100% cotton.