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One day, he invited me to a LAN party at his place. Sounded fun—finally meet the guy who’d carried me through so many 1v5s.
When I got there, he greeted me at the door in full CT gear. "Welcome to the bombsite," he whispered. Things got weird when he started fake defusing the microwave and yelling, “FLASH OUT!” every time he turned on a light. Later, during a game, he threw an actual flashbang into the living room "for immersion." I’m still seeing white.
Turns out, he takes CS way too seriously. Don’t trust this guy.