CSGO is a detestable drug, but it is addictive enough to spend its evenings there and becomes enjoyable once you master the mechanics to the point of being insulted by a cheater. It is known, the game is hard to handle and does not offer any real training except to sinter to a computer much too evasive and slow to relax. So the best way to progress is to go directly online and hope to find players with less than 20 hours of play, but it's a waste of time, almost all players have hundreds of hours of play and the "new" players are smurfs, experienced players who have redeemed the game on a third-party account to break noob.
Not understanding my entourage spending time on LoL, Dofus and everything that was in vogue in 2012, I preferred to spend my time on CSGO and I persevered for six years taking into account the release date of the title.
So here is the moving testimony of a beginner who became good enough to allow himself to put "Russia" in his Steam profile to be confused with hackers.
At the heart of the action
The music on the menu bursts my ears as soon as I launch it, once again I forgot to lower it in the game settings, but as usual I'll look directly for a competitive game by inviting a friend without going through four paths. After a few thoughts and depending on the feeling, you tick and uncheck the cards you would like to play at the time. No need to equip yourself or change the weapon skin (because we don't have any like beggars waiting to drop an awp for 280€ and we sell our old camouflage at 0.03 cent.). The sound effect announces a found part, we accept and we come across the good old remastered Inferno.
It should be noted that at the beginning of each competitive match, the game offers a few minutes of training. Most people use it to gauge the opponent and bet on the final results, some like me take the opportunity to drink or go to the little corner to not get up "unnecessarily" during the game and cut themselves off from the immersion without being able to recharge the adrenaline.
The first round is only played with a pistol and $800. Some people buy a bulletproof vest, others take another gun than the basic one, the most cautious buy a defusing kit (reserved for anti-terrorists) and those who want to teach you how to play their way shout "DONT BUY ANIFING ! ECO ROUND! "on the chat and to add to it (and prove that they can't speak English), on the vocal chat as well. This time around, I was saving money hoping to buy an awp as soon as possible. A first round won hands down, the advantage was for the terrorists, the advantage was ours.
The self-proclaimed "leader" of our team ordered to attack A through the apartments. Confident of himself, because equipped with an automatic rifle against enemies still in possession of a pistol, it was a ridiculous thing for him to take a bullet in his head while running like a prince through the bomb site. We could hear his disgust thanks to his uncut microphone, wondering if he despised the person who killed him or if he already suspected the hack. In any case, I was a great fighter by killing three of them while I was protecting the bomb planted by my partner. The guy congratulated me on a "gg" and kept quiet for a while.
Often when I did triplets or at each of my beautiful actions, I was called a cheat and copied/pasted the report that had been sent on me. At each precise head, I was sent "How?? ", with each good reflex I was asked to learn to play without hacks and I was caught in an infernal spiral of hatred. Then what do I see? A friend request? In addition to coming from a player on the opposing team, the only one who didn't insult me. Maybe he saw my hours of play on my Steam profile and I was never banned for cheating. I guess he was convinced of the authenticity of my actions.
The leader often proposed to exclude Mr. Awp (let's call him the guy who only played with this weapon) and the two often sintered verbally. This kind of quarrel in the group often leads to poor team play and distracts other players. A superb part filled with rudeness in all possible languages, but at least I became trilingual in one evening to know how to insult other people's mom and dad.
Then once our most discreet player suggested rusher B, I agreed with him, but as he was the "worst" player on our team with the lowest score, no one wanted to follow him and he was shot alone in a corner... still discreetly as usual and kept quiet for the rest of the game.
And finally always insults to congratulate me for leading my team to victory.
It was just one part among many and well (too often), they happen in this way: the best are called cheaters, the worst are insulted and anyone is belittled when they don't win the round (just to ease the pressure, as they say). But the worst part is that this community becomes "pleasant" by spending hours around it. So we go back, we even rage in our own corner when we see the opponents' "ez games" and we take a malicious pleasure in answering "izi win" to take revenge for a virtual humiliation.
A drug. A kid's landmark, yet an adult. That's what CSGO is.
And indeed, the music doesn't match my content....
To conclude this game remains a pearl despite the hazards of toxic players
