CS:GO is a fun game that has been brought up to the very top by its community. It was a normal day for me. The shower was off and I had just risen from my bed. The computer sat there mocking me and I felt the stench of my uncle passing through the hallway. My middle and index finger slowly unbuttoning my beanie. The milk seeping from the roof. I knew it was time to play competitive for the first time. With my thigh blasters strapped on and ready to demolish my foes, I quickly queued up for some competitive on every map. That's when I was asked to ready up for Mirage. My toes curling at the thought of my entire team depending on my nectar to win the game enthralled me with such careful excitement. My fingers trembled as my pushed my push-to-speak button. I whispered "Rush B". The gentle souls whispered back "throwing smoke". The entire map seemed as if a fog rolled over my vision. I could not see. There was a gentle touch against my hip as I spun around to see a counter terrorist meeting my gaze. His eyes filled with star dust from the most delicate of suns reaped my defense and depowered me of any ability to defend myself. He quickly crab walked up to my ear and put his six inch blade deep into my skin. The piercing of flesh lowered my health bar as I screamed. My cold dead body lays on the sandstone pavement and my blood spills from every hole.
That's when I knew that it was only the beginning.

CS:GO is a fun game that has been brought up to the very top by its community. It was a normal day for me. The shower was off and I had just risen from my bed. The computer sat there mocking me and I felt the stench of my uncle passing through the hallway. My middle and index finger slowly unbuttoning my beanie. The milk seeping from the roof. I knew it was time to play competitive for the first time. With my thigh blasters strapped on and ready to demolish my foes, I quickly queued up for some competitive on every map. That's when I was asked to ready up for Mirage. My toes curling at the thought of my entire team depending on my nectar to win the game enthralled me with such careful excitement. My fingers trembled as my pushed my push-to-speak button. I whispered "Rush B". The gentle souls whispered back "throwing smoke". The entire map seemed as if a fog rolled over my vision. I could not see. There was a gentle touch against my hip as I spun around to see a counter terrorist meeting my gaze. His eyes filled with star dust from the most delicate of suns reaped my defense and depowered me of any ability to defend myself. He quickly crab walked up to my ear and put his six inch blade deep into my skin. The piercing of flesh lowered my health bar as I screamed. My cold dead body lays on the sandstone pavement and my blood spills from every hole. That's when I knew that it was only the beginning.