261.6 hrs on record
Posted: Just now (from the mental hospital)

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So I downloaded Counter-Strike 2 thinking I'd relive the glory days.
Turns out I actually installed a gambling platform with gun mechanics.

You queue up expecting a tactical 5v5...
Instead, you get tossed into a digital asylum run by:

One guy with a $3,000 inventory and negative KD

A mute anime profile pic who's definitely cheating

Someone whose mic sounds like it's submerged in soup

A dude blasting Eurobeat while calling mid every round and then rushing B

Me, having a breakdown in team chat

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CS2 introduced next-gen tech where smokes react to the environment.
But my teammates? They still dry peek AWPers like it's 2014.

Every death feels like a moral defeat.
Every kill is a hit of dopamine straight to the soul.
And every ranked match ends with me saying “last one” for the fifth time.

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Cheaters in CS2 aren't subtle.
They’ve transcended human limitations.
They’re jumping around like Spider-Man with wallhacks,
while I’m getting one-tapped in the back by a guy named “aimbotting4mom69” using a MAC-10.

VAC? Sleepy time bear mode activated

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I’ve sold skins to pay rent.
I’ve lost friends to eco rounds.
I’ve uninstalled this game more times than I’ve blinked today.
And yet here I am — again — queueing solo into Mirage with 3 Russians and a guy named "clutch_or_kiss."

This game is a toxic masterpiece.
A high-speed blend of gambling addiction, tactical chaos, and emotional damage.
It will consume you, disappoint you, and then make you hit a clean one-tap that keeps you addicted for another 50 hours.

10/10. Do not recommend. Unless you’re already dead inside.