After years of dealing with stage 2 lung cancer, my grandfather beat it. He was a new man. He was able to do things he never imagined. He was able to go more than a few flights of stairs with out being winded. He had so much life in him for the first time in 6 years. A year late he came to my mothers birthday party and he happened to walk in on me playing Counter Strike Global Offensive. At a sheer glimpse he winced. I turned to see my grandfather and he started coughing. I got up to help him but he insisted that he was fine. He sat down on my bed and watched me play the game for about 10 more minutes. I noticed he was starting to get pale. The pigment was starting to leave his face. He looked more like a specter, but still he insisted he was fine. I finished my game and we went downstairs to see my mother and father. We had a wonderful evening, cake and everything. It was getting late and my grandfather needed to head out. He went back home and went to sleep. The following morning he said he felt odd, but yet again he went about his day like he normally would. A few days go by and he started coughing very hard. So hard that the veins in his eyes were bursting. Finally he decides to go see the doctor, and he gets examined. The doctor had nothing but bad news. The cancer had returned. He was onto stage 3, and they said stage 4 was around the corner. Less than a 3 months later he passed in the hospital. He donated his body to cancer research. We got a letter from the facility thanking our family for being so generous with my grandfathers lifeless husk. Another few months go by and we get yet another letter saying that there was an abnormal amount of radiation in his body that would be toxic to the 3 headed snakes found near Chernobyl.

To end my story, I killed my grandfather, and its all your fault Counter Strike Global Offensive.