"You know BigB, everyone in the Office community thinks you're just as, if not more racist than NinjaGT" -shinsnyper

November 30, 2020. Today has been the Day of the Hostage-a grim & bloody day, but an unavoidable one. Tonight, for the first time in weeks, it is quiet & peaceful throughout all of the map cs_office. But the night is filled with silent horrors; from tens of thousands of corpses in side hall, main, elbow, papers & T spawn throughout this vast map the grisly forms are scattered.
In the lighted areas one sees them everywhere. Even the garage towards CT Spawn have been pressed into service, & at practically every corner I passed this evening on my way to T spawn there was slumped corpses. Laying from bathroom only a silent knife walks pace from conference is about 30 CT corpses, each with an identical placard around their necks bearing the printed legend, "I betrayed my countrymen." 2 or 3 of that group had been decked out as the premium skins from the Shattered Web update, them having the new patches on all possible locations before they were shot & burned, & the whole batch are apparently members from rival Steam Groups.
In the areas to which we have not yet restored hostage positions the corpses are less visible, but the feeling of horror in the air there is is even worse than in the areas with lots of executed CT corpses. I had to walk through all of side couch and tipped after the round ended. In the middle of the hallway I saw what appeared to be a person standing on the knocked over vending machine directly in front of me. As I approached the silent figure, whose features were hidden the shadow of a large patch of burnt wall & carpet, it remained motionless, blocking my way.
Feeling some apprehension, I slipped my Tec-9 out of its holster. Then, when I was within about 500 hammer units of the figure, which had been facing away from me, it began turning slowly toward me. There was something indescribably eerie about the movement, and I stopped in my tacks as the figure continued to turn. A slight breeze rustled from the shot out windows, & suddenly a grenade exploded breaking through the silence & fell directly on the silently turning shape before me.
The first thing I saw in the wake of the HE grenade blast was the placard with its legend in large, block letters: "I defiled the hostage gamemode." Above the placard leered the horribly bloated, purplish face of a older Italian CT woman, her eyes wide open and bulging, her mouth agape. Finally I could make out the thin barrel of an AWP disappearing behind the vending machine. Apparently the AWP had belonged to her or she picked it up from a fallen T or CT and when she died to the molotov, the way she died gave the uncanny appearance of a corpse standing ready to shoot anyone who pushed aggressively into the offices.
I shuddered & quickly went on my way. There are many thousands of female CT player models like that in Office tonight, all having rich inventories & expensive gloves on their hands. They are all White women who were e-married or e-dating loser men who gave them virtual pixels.