Counter-Strike

My first game on 1.6 servers
>join a russian server as thats the one with best ping
>join CT
> hear alot of "cyka" "blyat"
>dont speak as i cant speak russian
>one of the admins call out my name and ask why I dont speak
> open google translate
>by the time i started to say anything I got kicked
>10/10

This game is fire. Love meeting 46 year old Russian dads that just came home from work and are drinking beer. My new friend Vlad is crazy at this game. Was invited to a party in Smolensk, however sadly couldn't attend.

Would recommend.

---{ Graphics }---
☐ You forget what reality is
☐ Beautiful
☐ Good
☐ Decent
☐ Bad
☐ Don‘t look too long at it
☑ MS-DOS
---{ Gameplay }---
☑ Very good
☐ Good
☐ It's just gameplay
☐ Mehh
☐ Watch paint dry instead
☐ Just don't
---{ Audio }---
☑ Eargasm
☐ Very good
☐ Good
☐ Not too bad
☐ Bad
☐ I'm now deaf
---{ Audience }---
☑ Kids
☑ Teens
☑ Adults
☑ Grandma
---{ PC Requirements }---
☑ Check if you can run paint
☐ Potato
☐ Decent
☐ Fast
☐ Rich boi
☐ Ask NASA if they have a spare computer
---{ Game Size }---
☑ Floppy Disk
☐ Old Fashioned
☐ Workable
☐ Big
☐ Will eat 15% of your 1TB hard drive
☐ You will want an entire hard drive to hold it
☐ You will need to invest in a black hole to hold all the data
---{ Difficulty }---
☐ Just press 'W'
☐ Easy
☑ Easy to learn / Hard to master
☐ Significant brain usage
☐ Difficult
☐ Dark Souls
---{ Grind }---
☐ Nothing to grind
☑ Only if u care about leaderboards/ranks
☐ Isn't necessary to progress
☐ Average grind level
☐ Too much grind
☐ You'll need a second life for grinding
---{ Story }---
☐ No Story
☐ Some lore
☑ Average
☐ Good
☐ Lovely
☐ It'll replace your life
---{ Game Time }---
☐ Long enough for a cup of coffee
☐ Short
☑ Average
☐ Long
☐ To infinity and beyond
---{ Price }---
☐ It's free!
☑ Worth the price
☐ If it's on sale
☐ If u have some spare money left
☐ Not recommended
☐ You could also just burn your money
---{ Bugs }---
☑ Never heard of
☐ Minor bugs
☐ Can get annoying
☐ ARK: Survival Evolved
☐ The game itself is a big terrarium for bugs
---{ ? / 10 }---
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☑ 10

This community is so nice and helpful, I got a lot of tips on how to uninstall the game and kill myself.

A legendary tactical shooter that shaped the genre. Simple yet deep gameplay, excellent weapon balance, and iconic maps keep the game relevant even today. Pure nostalgia and classic FPS action.

Imagine, there is a version of Counter-Strike without skins and gambling and yet it is still fun to play.

Even 20 years after its release....

I remember the first time I played Counter-Strike.
It was the year 2000.
I was six years old — too young to understand strategy, too young to understand competition — but somehow just the right age to fall in love with chaos.
That day, my cousin showed me a dusty PC in a smoky internet café.
A CRT monitor flickered. A mouse too big for my hand.
But it wasn’t just a game.
It was my first battle.
He loaded up de_dust, and suddenly, the world outside — the noise, the crowds, the slow passage of real life — faded into nothing.
There were no big cutscenes, no heroes.
Just me, a Desert Eagle, and an objective I barely understood.
I wasn’t just playing.
I was fighting.
And then came the countless hours.
Headphones crackling with radio commands.
My heart racing with every corner I peeked.
Maps that became burned into my brain — the feel of them, not just the look.
I didn’t need tutorials.
We learned by losing.
By fumbling flashbangs and mistiming bomb plants.
By laughing at every terrible mistake and swearing we’d get it right next time.
Sometimes my father would peek into the room,
watching me shout at a screen filled with pixelated soldiers.
He didn’t understand why I cared so much about a digital bomb ticking down.
But he let me have that world.
A place where mistakes had a "restart" button.
Where battles could be won with practice, not just luck.
Now, two decades later, I still come back.
The graphics are ancient.
The servers mostly abandoned.
The hitboxes feel like ghosts compared to what games are now.
But something inside Counter-Strike still breathes.
Every footstep on old concrete.
Every panicked spray of bullets.
Every dusty corridor, whispering memories from a time when everything felt new and impossible and alive.
Counter-Strike isn’t just a shooter.
It’s a fossil from a younger Earth.
It’s a monument to when games weren’t about battle passes or daily challenges—
just pure, raw, imperfect competition.
And as I buy armor and a defusal kit one more time,
as I run through the same broken hallways I knew before I even knew what nostalgia was,
I remain there.
Hand on the mouse...
And a tear I cannot quite name—
whether it’s loss, or gratitude.