CS: GO brings your humanity back to you in this first-person shooter. It allows you to feel empathy as your teammates yell at the last person alive as he gets sniped from a long on dust II while trying to defuse. It allows agency as you cross CAT and feel sneaky AF before you get pawned and T-Bagged by the guy with the Factory New, Stat-Track, Front side Misty AK-47. It helps you see who you truly are on the inside by showing how much anger you hold inside and allowing you to truly vent all that frustration. The only way you can truly understand this is once you have been no scoped at doors from T-Spawn by a Factory New, Stat-Track, Dragon Lore AWP. In the end it does it really matter, or at least that's what you want to think after a guy who spent 2,000 to get a Battle-Scarred, Stat-Trak, Bright Water, Flip Knife. Next comes the depression from seeing all these weird names for map locations and skin names, when all you have is a .03 Field-Tested, Colony for the FAMAS. Thus, you go to gambling sites like Hell Case and Drake Moon. You put in 5.00 and a referral code for 0.15, you begin to open cases and you get a Battle-Scarred, Elite-Build, AK-47 worth 0.74, a Minimal-Wear, Candy Apple, Glock-18 worth 0.41, and finally the best of them all the Factory-New, Worm God, AWP worth 1.65. Then you begin to practice daily and you gain strength, speed, and knowledge. You learn the latest trends and the best guns and techniques. You learn the map codenames and locations. You settle for the lowest quality settings on 1080p just so you can reach 400fps. Then you hit that button, that evil button, the button no one dares speak of, and will forever be remembered as the ranked match buttons. You kick a$$ you go 15:0 then he comes and you lose your streak and your team blames you even though you are always the one that survives the longest before "he" comes. It is hard to speak of him and harder to speak the name, even the thought of it brings tears to children's eyes. The "XXX_NoobSlay3r69_XXX" was the name. Thus, you practiced harder than ever before, you began our journey. The journey for a professional team to help you reach the top. It is a hard and lonely road, only for the brave and not for the weak of heart. You begin to practice your flick shots and controls to be the best. You work for months on end, eventually the stress so overwhelming you must visit a therapist, but it doesn't matter you must go on. You eventually go in solo into that evil mode that curse of fortune, ranked. You finally have your chance, because "he" is there. The one who drove you so far, and made you train on end was right there in front of you. The game starts and you get a Deagle with your new Stat-Track, Factory-New, Crimson Web worth 335.00. You find your first victim and get a sweet head-shot, you start to plant on B site but then from across the map from tuns he hits you and within a mere 11 seconds you are dead and CT wins. The rounds go by similarly until match point one more win and your team loses. It's a buy round and you pullout your Factory-New, Stat-Track, Dragonlore, AWP, with Chicken-Lover stickers. Some say it is distasteful, but it has always brought you luck. The match starts and the first person you see is him you sneak around him and with your Field-Tested, * Stat-Track, Slaughter, M9 Bayonet you add one more to the kill counter. The game ends with a score 16:12. Having beat your biggest opponent you decide to relax and train for the tournament. So, you downloaded SLAM and played more TDM matches, you found the meaning in playing custom modes and maps. You relearn the meta of the game, you learn the market and how to buy properly, you try new guns and discard old ones. The day that everyone waits for though you and your team know will come soon does though, whether or not they are prepared doesn't matter now. Then after all the training you and your team hit that button, that evil button, the button no one dares speak of, and will forever be remembered as the ranked match buttons. The matches last forever, the game feels like no-one will win. Two of the best teams on earth, so harmoniously in tune and evenly matched, the outcome could not be more unknown.
Round 1, a save round for everyone and a massive win for your team the Counter Terrorists. With the increased money it’s a buy round for CT, and this follows for the first 4 rounds but is ended when the T side gets AK's and AWP's. The tides turn the T side pushes hard and uses rushing to their advantage, and it is hard for you to deal with their superior firepower. The 10th round comes and you decide to save for one more round, the team goes in with Nova's and P90's. Headshots all around you the sound of the nova's and the ringing of the P90's the round was down to 2 people CT side has the advantage with a P90 while T side has only a Glock 18 left. The round goes to the CT's with an extraordinary play with the P90 A long shot. The crowd goes wild, but the players stay calm and composed. The next three rounds have T winning 1 and CT winning 2. Then it comes down to it and there is one last round a full buy, the teams, the energy, the blood, sweat, and tears. The round starts off with one CT sniped at doors and the T side getting off with a lead, the T side pushed long and 3 other CT died with their inferior firepower. It's down to one person the one man who can win it all, he pushed cat and stopped the plant taking out 2 terrorists with his Stat-Track, Factory New, Survivor Z, Famas. Then he went to CT spawn and jump shot the terrorist planting it was down to 2, mano y mano. The terrorist rushed out and bam the CT got a 360 no-scope headshot on him while jumping off A site crate. You had won it all, and you were loved for it, but that wasn’t all for you. After the match you made this poem about the game and the life of a pro CSGO player:

Do not go gentle into that game mode, Training should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the ending of the match.

Though wise men at their end know PC is right, Because their games had caused no crowd they Do not go gentle into that game mode.

Gamers, the last dawn by, crying how much Their frail matches might have orchestrated in a salty bay, Rage, rage against the ending of the match.

Wild men who run and flee their enemies in flight, And learn, too late, they were so good, Do not go gentle into that game mode.

Grave men, near death, who see with their eyes Blind eyes could blaze like gunfire and brimstone, Rage, rage against the ending of the match.

And you, Lord Gabin, there on that height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce sins, I pray. Do not go gentle into Half-Life 3. Rage, rage against the ending of the match.

That button once hit cannot be unhit, and is remembered just like a hacker's bans. It will haunt you no matter how good you are, as if were a demon in the night. It starts and progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 15-round game match will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the spawn. The rounds speed starts slowly but get faster each round after you hear end of round timer. The rounds get fiercer, which separates the winners from the losers. The winners stay calm they push forward as a team. While the losers at the time they need to be together split apart, they become angry and lose what they've trained for. The game CS: GO is more than just some game, it brings people together and pulls them apart. It causes anger and sadness, it is truly the best test of humility and weakness. You see the game shows a person's character, a person who boasts of his $1,000 skin collection, or his high K/D will never be great. Though a person who has the skins and a high K/D yet doesn’t boast and doesn’t brag will the winner. The game shows how a person loves or hates valve, it shows many cultures of the world. Yet it brings them together through the trials of ranked matches and tournaments. The game will go down as on