Given the high lethality of CS, there were some moments earlier on in my duelling that were close. That’s what I did and, well, that’s how I scored my first kill. Where the advice of Mel Gibson’s Benjamin Martin to his son in The Patriot was to aim small, miss small, the P90 has always been for me: aim high, spray high. This started out with my rediscovery of the P90. Accuracy is important, for sure, and my aim wasn’t the worst (you can verify that in the replay at the bottom of this article), but I definitely lost some shootouts I didn’t even know I was involved in. While the basics did come back pretty fast (thankfully), my reaction time has understandably but unfortunately dulled in the decade that’s passed between CS rounds. It’s amazing how those aggressive intentions fly out the window when you’re squaring off against a pro. It’s amazing how those aggressive intentions fly out the window when you’re squaring off against a pro
Camping was never my jam, unless I was defending a bomb plant or defusal, and I loved the high risk/reward adrenaline hit of rushing every round. You’d usually find me near the top of the table, and while my kill death ratio could have been better, I was a big fan of playing the objective as a Counter-Terrorist and, well, generally playing aggressively, regardless of the team. I was definitely a public-server contender, though. Fresh off their narrow defeat against the Chiefs, Red Bull had kindly teed up a 1v1 showdown between me and Order’s Chris “emagine” Rowlands and then, very unexpectedly and separately (phew), Jordan “Hatz” Bajic.īack in the day, I was never a Counter-Strike pro, nor a semi-pro, though I did play with some of the latter and I learnt a lot from them. These were the kind of untruths I was telling myself, very much in the spirit of fake confidence: y’know, the kind you hope leads to some sort of real confidence.
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