Hello,
This is the story of my journey through match-making in Counter-Strike: Global Offensive. Enjoy.
It started that late summer evening in 2014, around June or so. School was out and I had fifteen dollars to my name. I had played source for years but stopped in 2009 due to loss of interest. And then a sale popped up, and I bought CSGO for the first time. I was always a competitive person, being a DotA 2 player, but never got into CS except for some friends. So I went straight into the game and went to a DM. My results were outstanding, I went 2 - 43.
So I then played with some bots for the next few days, trying to get my aim up, and watch some videos after a lot of frustration. I then decided to hop into match making. I was kicked from the first three matches I played. I lost the next few as well. After a week I finally had my ten wins, and I proudly received my rank, something I could clearly show off:
Silver II
I told all my friends that I was a Silver II, and then they called me a noob and idiot and "an equivalent of a potato's aim." All of which I took as compliments until I saw it: I was indeed the second lowest rank in the game. The Bizon was my weapon of choice, and the damage was o' so sweet.
It took me 67 wins to get out of silver, and into Nova I status, a new rank that I was so proud of, just to realize I am still a bad player. I then met this person, who we will refer to as "Panda." Panda was a unique individual. He was in the Army for rocket artillery, and couldn't hear anything. He loved alcohol nearly as much as an Irishman, but was clearly Hispanic. His aim was bad at best, but he was always fun to hang around with in a game. So we friended each other (how social) and kept playing. And playing. And playing.
Later that summer, marching band arose for me, and it took a vast majority of my time. I would no longer be able to see my beloved friend everyday on go, and being a section leader, my schedule was strict. It took 3 months for me to start playing again. I logged in that warm fall day, to see one name in particular stand out. A certain someone was playing CSGO. Panda.
I hopped on as "reed EN," and we played some games together, with panda still being a SEM. But we enjoyed ourselves. It was Inferno, and whilst losing a round, I chose to hide behind a refrigerator. It saved my life, and I got a spraydown with my P250. It gave me my new username, and the one that has stuck for months: Fridge.
Fast forward to all the weeks we continued playing, Panda had hurt himself and needed shoulder surgery. I was now a GN3, and he was a GN1. We played when we could, with him being forced to use a controller. Unfortunately, his lack of performance got to him, to the point I have not seen him play in over a week. It has been a sad time, but with doors closing you find a key to open another. This would be another man, and my future teammate, Plex. He was a GN4, and we created -exceL together one night. We, along with 3 other guys that joined along the way in random pubs, have created a team with great chemistry and some of the best times possible in a simple game...
I became our team's AWPer, spending ridiculous time with that rifle, and working on it constantly. It has gotten to the point that I am out awping some LE's in arena servers. Plex is a fantastic entry fragger, and the other guys on our team are great riflemen. Another guy on our team plays as the secondary AWPer, and we play really well together, winning most of our games. The game last night we beat MGE's and MG2's 16 - 4 on cache, with me leading at 31 frags, and the others at 20 or more (besides one).
It is now just past midnight on the 19th of Decmber, and I have just completed my 300th win is CSGO. Over 500 matches, 716 Hours, and 28,167 kills on my AWP later, it happened this last game. We had a bot since one guy abandoned prior to pistol round. It was 4 v 5 the entire game, and I was solo-queuing. Us, as a group of randoms, aspired to win. We fought hard, and a hard battle we fought. But we communicated, even with a broken mic and a crappy PC, we managed to take the CT Side on Dust II to 11 - 4. Our bot was ridiculous, and kept pushing mid, but we fought even harder, and shot even faster. Working together, we won 16 - 8. And with that, I took my 300th win.
My 300th win gave me the satisfaction I have been working on for months. I am finally a Master Guardian 2.
Fridge
Submitted December 19, 2014 at 10:48AM by SSG08 http://ift.tt/1wRH4nk GlobalOffensive
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