Played counterstrike until the wee hours last night at our favorite gaming lan. I haven’t come near cs in about a year now, after playing it every single day in the pre-1.0 days … you know, back when it was actually a skill game.
Being that mike, kel, herv and i were all n00bs, we just hosted up our own little private 2v2 game, while the rest of the shop was exploding around us in some enormous online conflict.
Well, I’m exaggerating.
There were only 9 other guys in the section with us, and they had hosted up their own private game too. But what a game that must have been! They were thumping the tables, cursing, standing up and pacing when they got shot … I actually expected a real fist fight to break out right there in front of us, if not for the fact that you don’t respawn at full-health afterwards. One of the guys actually stood up in the middle of a round, walked over to the guy that had killed him, and started mouthing off while the other guy vainly attempted to finish the round. The air was so thick with testosterone, you could take DNA samples by inhaling.
I can’t remember the last time I was ever so into a game that I actually started getting angry, but apparently, with these guys it was second-nature. Maybe they felt like they were samurais, or virgins even, defending their honor … I don’t know.
I thought it was pathetic. On the other hand, I thought it was hilarious too.
Hilarious in its pathetic-ness.