It all started on June 22nd 2015 at 11:05 pm PST. I was convinced to buy this game from a friend who I've spent many years playing Call of Duty on Xbox 360. This game was nothing like the years I've put into Search and Destroy in the past. Sadly, my adolescence which included exclusively of FPS's only hindered my ability in this game. That's when it all began, I was determined to get better at this game and eventually beat my friend who encouraged me to play this game. It got so bad, that I would prioritize this game over my classes in university. I proceeded to drop out and it was all in vain. I was still god awful at CS:GO. I moved continents, trying to better my skills in the supposedly better EU servers. That's when everything fell into place slowly, my rank increased and I outmatched my friend who now no longer plays and works at Walmart making pennies and hating his life. My skill is now volatile after 1700+ hours of playing this game in between NA and EU servers. Making friends with people who will one day never come online again. Meeting Europeans who I will more than likely never hear from again in a couple of months due to moving back to the states. Learning the harsh reality about Russian teammates once making my way across the Atlantic. Encountering other kinds of severe toxicity, and I can honestly say without a doubt in my mind:

I hate you Kyle for recommending me this game.