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Imagine; Casual match, peaceful, in Tuscan, where you can breathe some fresh air, explore the local culture in Italy. But there's a twist.
A crazed smilling masked man, armed with a knife, an AK on his back and a black vest, running or sneaking toward you from any corner mumbling some Russian things.
Not so peaceful now right?
This is basically the experience you'll get playing with Stabby, you'll get stabbed, stabbed and stabbed, in your foot, in your back and in your m4.
If you point it out, he'll laugh in your face as if it's funny commiting terrorist acts all over.
You cannot outrun him, you can dump mags in his face, you can try to kick him, you can switch sides. Doesn't matter. He'll keep moving toward you.
Consider this a threat, I know your spawn location so, stay away Stabby, I have a stab gun too.
We queued for Office with a full team.
All was well until he started AFKing at the beginning of the round and eventually for a whole minute. I asked: "What are you doing?"
He apologized but something was fishy. And I was right in being suspicious about it, because I knew what the constant clicking coming out of his microphone was. A spreadsheet. He was secretly playing Victoria 3 via Excel and leaving our team in the dust.
At this point I didn't mind having the whole team eating their microphones because of him, it was only fair. In the end we lost, he got a honorable 0 0 7 and a derank.
This Excel addiction has gone too far and I believe his strategy games are ruining his sense of teamwork, it's like it's not team vs team rather nation vs nations.
Please consider this and donate to the Anti Excel in FPS Games association. Thanks for reading and have a blessed day
It all began in a nice Sunday evening at 22:17 in de_cache, and I invited him to a competitive match (biggest mistake ever) and it was going well, we all defused bombs, salted some enemies, etc etc for 48 minutes, which is quite the time for a match, but he had to ruin everything and threw a perfectly good 14-14 game in de_cache, the best map ever made btw.
So, at that round (one before the last), I went to A site and I accidentally dropped my AWP, when I bent over to pick it up again, he just came out of nowhere and stabbed me (his name doesn't lie) in the back 3 times, killing me and claiming his mouse "broke" due to CK II. This seems planned as all happened without noise, just shifted to my location and made excuses for such an act. We lost the round, he got rekt and deranked to Aluminum Elite Master. Never again 1/10.
If I had more space to write, I'd talk about the big betrayal on cs_office.