When I was a girl, I came across a game named counter-strike. The first day I played it I fell in love. It was like a eating a nice gourmet dish handcrafted by the people of the gods. The next day was the beginning of the school year. I remember it like it was yesterday. The game that I played brought nothing more than frustration. I couldn't handle living in such a pointless society. All I wanted to do was game. Every couple of seconds, I played with my fingers resisting the urge to think of such epicness. The thought of me clutching the round brought me down to my knees. And on that day I decided that I was gonna become a pro. As soon as I got home that day, I got on my laptop and started playing. The games realistic features gave me burst of sensation, as if it was real. It got to the point where I couldn't handle it anymore. It wasn't enough. I was barely helping out my team always giving them the short end of the stick. Every 2 games, I would be kicked because of "how bad I was." That's when I knew if I wanted to get better, I needed to take it to a more realistic level. I bought a gun and shot my mother and my father on sight. Somewhere along the way, I ended up at school where kids were dropping left and right. Such an immense gameplay experience. Who knew getting frags in real life was so easy?